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Esther Hetherlin is said to have 
had a "Snap job" in the library. In 
the periodical room all she had to do 
was to know everything that went on 
in the world, and to tell one where to 
find out about it. 


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^ i) d (T 1 1 e g e Creetings 

The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 



Our Undertakings 3 

Registration 5 

Bird Campers at Matanzas 6 

Editorial ' 7 

Our Y. W. C. A. 7 

Aren't We Proud 9 

Matanzas -j^q 

Miss Sanders i^ 

Miss Ersley 23 

Miss Merriman 24 

Miss Sapio 24 

Miss Boyd 25 

Some Instructions 26 

Geneva 27 

Alumnae 29 

College of Music Notes 23 

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The summer has gone, and it passed so rapidly J 
that we didn't have time for half that we intended to 
do. Nevertheless, big things have been happening 
while we drifted around in boats or burned the road in 
a new racer. Doesn't it give us a thrill, though, when we 
think that we are really and truly connected with these 
big happenings after all? You see its this way — we 
are I. W. C. girls, and I. W. C. has taken upon herself 
a tremendous task. An additional million dollars in the 
near future is her goal. 

Last spring a campaign was started here in our 
college for $500,000. At that time the student body 
as a whole pledged $20,000. We must not forget that 
pledge for one single minute. But listen — here's the 
bomb — during the summer it was found that there 
were sixor seven different campaigns of a similar nat- 
ure going on all over this part of the country. Several 
schools would probably count on help from the same 
source, and such a state of things was deemed unwise. 
It was decided, then, to unite the different sums being 
asked for into one big sum — which amounts to 
$5,750,000. The schools of Central Illinois which com- 
pose this list, and their sums are: 

Illinois Woman's College— $1,000,000; Illinois Wesley- 
an— $1,750,000; Hedding— $1,000,000; Wesleyan 
Foundation— $750,000 ; Teacher's Aid— $750,00 ; Chad- 
dock Boy's School (Quincy)— $250,000; for current 
support— 250,000. 

Look up there at the top of the list! You see 
$500,000 was too small for I. W. C. She just went up a 
few more rungs on the ladder and touched the million 
mark! Each school will carry on its own campaign 
among its students and faculty and alumni. Each 
school will seek from its own friends as nearly as pos- 


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sible. Then December, 1922 is the line of tape across 
the track. The strenuous but glorious work is to be 
completed by the holidays of 1922. 

Oh, yes indeed, you must know how our million dol- 
lars is to be spent. $500,00 is to be devoted to endow- 
ment. This includes the purchase of more equipment 
in the different departments and an increase of teach- 
er's salaries. Then the other $500,000 is to go for new 
buildings and more campus room. This sounds like a 
flight in fancy or a beautiful dream, but its going to 
be a reality ! These are Dr. Barker's own words — "The 
enlargement of the campus will enclose from Court 
street on the north to College street on the south and 
if possible on to the brook." 

Girls ! think of that ! And Dr. Harker continued — 
"If the extent is to the brook, then a lake will be form- 
ed and I. W. C. will have the most beautiful campus of 
any school in this part of the state." 

There, now you have it— no, here is more — first a 
new science building, then a new dorm, and an enlarg- 
ed power house. 

It's our job, folks. It will take faith, courage, and 
persistence but they say — "When woman wills—!!!" 
So, dear ol' I. W. C. girls, let's co-operate, believe, make 
it our purpose, and attain it ! Toward our million we 
already have $261,000. $739,000 is left us. Our col- 
lege standing, our college ideals, it's age — everything 
justifies this great movement. So all together now— 
let's go ! — Lucille Vick, '24. 

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A poem entitled "A Prayer", written by Helen 
Eckland, '24, appeared in a recent issue of the Central 
Christian Advocate. 

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SCENE— Library. TIME— 10:00 A. M., second 

day of registration. 
Freshman, meeting adviser — "Is this Miss — ?" 
Adviser — "Where's your long card?" 
Freshman— "What's that?" 
Adviser— "Go back for it to the table by the door, and 

bring a schedule." 
Freshman — "Are these they?" 

Adviser, checking H. S. credits — "Where's your langu- 
Freshman — "I meant, are these them?" 
Adviser — "Where are your H. S. language credits? 

Latin, French, Spanish?" 
Freshman — "Oh ! I never thought I'd like language, so 

I never took any." 
Adviser explains entrance requirements, conditions, 

etc., at length. 
Freshman — "Can't I be a Freshman without it? I just 

want to be a Freshman — well, what would you ad- 
vise, French or Spanish ?" 
Adviser— "What's your major?" 
Freshman — "English, I think — maybe History — which 

do you think I'd like the best?" 
Adviser — "If you are majoring in English, French 

rather than Spanish." 
Freshman — "Oh, do you think so? But my room-mate, 

she's a Sophomore, she says Spanish is so cute!" 
Adviser — "Take your trial shp. Put down English 31, 

History 31, Spanish 31. Are you going to take 

mathematics or a Science?" 
Freshman objects to both at length and in detail, she 

had English History in High School. Adviser falls 

back sternly on the catalogue. "It's the rule." 

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Freshman succombs under protest. 
Adviser — "Take your papers over on the other side of 

the room and write your trial slip. Get the hours 

from your schedule. Write in the back of your long 

card, too, before you come back." 

Half an hour later. Adviser checks, explains, shows 
how to fill in schedule hours, signs coupon, de- 
mands and files copy. Finds back of long card still blank. 
Aft'dr lunch, in hall, Freshman. Oh Miss — ! I want to 
change all my registration! I'm going to take Home 
Economics and Expression!" — Miss Johnston. 

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Bird Campers at Matanzas. 

The Juniors and Seniors are not the only ones who 
choose the first October days as camping time. A flock 
of Great Blue Herons also thought that a good time and 
stopped for a few days of camping at the North end 
of the lake. Close to the Herons a flock of Black Ducks 
had pitched camp and a few of us were fortunate 
enough to see them in swimming. Even a bashful old 
Loon was enjoying his morning dp in the lake, until he 
caught sight of some troublesome human beings and 
down he dived to the bottom. The robins of the neigh- 
borhood were busy getting things ready to go South 
for the winter. Some of the youngsters seemed quite 
impatient to be off to a warmer climate, and perhaps 
too, they were eager to try their wings in their first 
long flight. Black Capped Chickadees were getting 
settled for the winter and no doubt trying to locate a 
good tree that Mr. Northwind would not dare to tease. 

~M. D., '22. 

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Vol. XXW ;cb Jacksonville, 111., Oct. 1921 No. 1 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

To you, girls of I. W. C, the Greetings makes her 
bow. In the little sheet, the Extra, she bid you wel- 
come the first few days of school, and now she appears 
in her October frock for your approval. You may think 
she is dressed in many colors, a sort of patchwork de- 
sign. But with so many interesting bits to choose from, 
can you blame her from snatching a rag here, a gay tag 
there — for all the motley effect? And remember, girls, 
she belongs to you! If you frown and turn aside, she 
weeps ; if you are gracious and kind, she twirls on her 
toes, and kisses her hand to you. And now, may we 
present little Miss Greetings ? — we hope you like her. 

OUR Y. W. C. A. 

Do you remember your first impressions of I. W. 
C. ; or rather, can you ever forget them ? As you got 
off your train and were wishing that you knew someone 
in that jolly crowd of girls, a voice behind you called, 
"Won't you let me help you with that bag ? It looks as 
heavy as mine, and I know that weighed at least a ton, 
when I came !" And by the time you had "signed up" in 
the book and been taken to your room, you already 
knew several girls by sight, at least. A few days later 
when you were in despair over the registration, one of 
the old girls stopped you, and invited you to the Y. W. 


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C. A. reception which was to be on Saturday evening. 
Somehow, things didn't look so hopeless, with a party 
to look forward to. 

On Sunday afternoon, at the Y. W. service you 
discovered that there is indeed more than one side to 
college life ; something besides the fun and the f riend- 
shps, and the study. These are surely the same girls, 
but they seem to be rather different in this atmosphere. 
The difference is hard to explain even to yourself, but 
it is certainly present; the girls are thoughtful of the 
classroom ; a certain feeling prevades the room, but it 
is not emotionalism. 

It is this something which is the real spirit of our 
Y. W. C. A,, and once it has touched us, I doubt if we 
could feel our college life complete without it. Try 
to imagine I. W. C. without that cheerful,, helpful, 
friendly spirit v/hich has the Christian life as its 

This fall, we found our Association ready to meet 
all the demands made upon it, and this was possible 
only because of its fine organization. Do we realize, I 
wonder, that after the Y. W. has done all it could to 
make us welcome and to help us get acquamted, its 
work for the year has just begun ? The girls at its head 
know all that must be done, and they are doing every- 
thing in their power to realize the high ideals set as 
a standard. 

Now we know that in any group as large as this 
there will be girls who have many ideas, who can make 
plans and carry them thru, who have tact, and who 
have pep. A few girls have all of these qualities, all 
of us have a few, and when we think of it in this way, 
does it seem right that eight or ten officers should have 
to furnish the rest of us with all of the inspiration, all 
of the helpfulness, or all of the plans for meetings ai.d 
other activities? I think not. 

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Some things that the Y. W. C. A. directs are con- 
tinuous thruout the year, and the girls who push these 
along must have executive ability, and be willing to give 
their time. The Sunday afternoon meetings must 
have leaders who can express their thoughts well, and 
special musical numbers as well. Those who are inter- 
ested in Social Service Work, have a large field here in 
Jacksonville, and some of the things undertaken by 
our Y. W. C. A. are regular visits to the Old People's 
Home and short programs given there, baskets taken 
to poor families at Thanksgiving, and Christmas and 
Easter parties given for poor children of the city. 

For our Y. W. C. A. activities here in the college, 
a different sort of thing is needed such as ideas for 
publicity, stunts, and posters. 

Every year old members leave and new ones come 
in and take their places, and we want all of our new 
members this year to feel that there is a special place 
for them, and to help find that place. If you get out 
of your college life all that you should, you cannot get 
along without the Association — and the Y. W. C. A. 
wants you ! — Eleanor G. Sanford. 


Did you observe that a member of our faculty ap- 
pears in print in the October issue of the Collegiate 
World? Mrs. Pearl Weber's article on "The College 
Snob" is decidedly worth reading. We are proud to 
claim her, and congratulate her on the honor of ap- 
pearing in this very-much-alive publication. Have you 
read the October issue, — the morality test that was 
tried at Smith College, the "Rubiayat of a Freshman," 
etc ? This friendly little paper is on the magazine rack 
in the library. Look it up, and watch for exchange 
magazines from other schools ! 


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Sing me a song of camping days, 
Tell me where to go, 
Geneva for Y. W., 
Quiver where they row, 
Long Beach for the movies, 
Palm Beach the fashions run, 
Clearlake for the fishing, but — 
Matanzas for the fun ! 
Saturday, Oct. 1, great excitement reigned through- 
the halls of I. W. C. The seniors and juniors were pre- 
paring to leave for Matanzas. 

"Three dollars, please for your tickets!" sang Vi. 
"My trunk is too full and it won't lock", yelled 

"Some of you stout ones stand on it there while I 
get a strap," announced Miss Johnston. 

Finally we were off, but the train moved very slow- 
ly stopping even at Wolf Lake. At Bath Marj and 
Marion, clad in khaki climed on the train to welcome 
us. Four miles further on, a disconsolate looking box 
car came into view and we knew we had reached our 
destination. We soon had a change of scenery however. 
After a short walk on a sandy road which gave us ap- 
preciation for what was to follow we came into a 
beautiful woods. After a short time we parted, the 
Seniors dashing for Idlewild cottage, the Juniors for 
Elsinore Club. We were quite a distance apart, but it 
didn't take us long to overcome such a trifle as that. 

Saturday night the Juniors were hostesses and the 
Seniors enjoyed a dance at Elsinore Club. The piano 
may have been out of tune, but after various chords and 
discords Mag Merker and Flo managed to make it for- 
get its ill treatment. 


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Sunday morning the sky was cloudy, but that had 
no effect on our spirits. We have heard the Seniors 
breakfast was a little delayed but they seemed none the 
worse for it. 

The day was spent in reading, writing, rowing, hik- 
ing, eating and taking the "courage leap". The "courage 
leap" was to jump on a one rope swing and fly out over 
the lake. 

Sunday night the Seniors were hostesses and we 
had a big campfire down on the lake shore and toasted 
marshmallows and sang songs. 

Monday was another day of fun. Mr. DePew came 
and we all went for a ride in the motor boat, but I guess 
it is as well we came back when we did for such life af- 
fected some in a queer way, for instance, Miss Johnston 
asked Lura, "Is the fire burning", and Lura replied, 
"Yes, it's boiling." 

Before we close this account you must be told 
about our puffballs. There is an old saying, isn't there, 
to the effect that we are never too old too learn. The 
seniors have proved the truth of that statement in a 
very decided manner. When we are all old and gray 
headed, we shall be able to tell our grand children, who 
eat certain foods as a matter of course, of the first 
time we ever ate a certain one of them — and thought 
we were wonderfully brave to risk our precious lives in 
such an unheard of manner. 

Sunday morning Miss Johnston and Miss McLaugh- 
lin returned from an exploring trip into the woods with 
their arms full of white balls. 

"Look at the toadstools Miss Johnston has ! What 
are they for?" was the exclamation of a Senior. This 
brilliant remark was answered by — 

"They're puff balls and they're good to eat." 

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"Are you sure?" — "Aren't they poinonous?" etc — 
ad infitum. 

Miss Johnston met each individual question with 
patience and clear explanations. We feel sure the un- 
fortunate stay-at-homes have heard about our experi- 
ences and perhaps have even asked a few questions. In 
order to save Miss Johnston future trouble, we will 
quote her explanation, and we would direct all future 
seekers after knowledge concerning the mysterious 
plant to this explanation. "Puffballs are a variety of 
mushrooms. They are good to eat as long as the flesh 
is snowy white. Taken in moderate quantities, when 
properly fried, they will not bring death to anyone — I 
know, because I have eaten them. What do they taste 
like ? Like puffballs of course." And with this we had 
to be satisfied, until supper time brought with it a 
platter heaped with golden brown slices of some de- 
licious food— the questionable "toadstools" as they had 
been classified that morning. Not one of the seniors now 
doubts the edibility of the puffball, and we extend our 
appreciation to Miss Johnston for the interest she has 
taken in our education along this line. We hope when 
you go to Matanzas you'll find them too, but most of all 
we hope for you the jolly good time that we had. 

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Little do we realize the talent that is in our facul- 
ty. Miss Knopf, one of our number made more than 
a name for herself this summer. She studied with Mr. 
Carlson in Colorado Springs the entire summer. She 
painted a number of interesting things and far sur- 
passed any of her previous work. Besides this she won 
the one hundred dollar prize of the course. This was 
remarkable, as she was just a summer student with 
Mr. Carlson. We surely congratulate Miss Knopf. 


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Miss Margaret Sanders. 

The following few pages taken at random from 

pages of that austere young person's Life Book, reveal 

her as nothing else can do. 

June 19 — De Vall's Bluff, Arkansas. Tonight I finished 
my education at De Vall's Bluff High School with the 
whole thousand townspeople to watch me. 

September — Batesville, Arkansas. My first day as a 
"College Woman." I like the other women, also the 

September — A year later: Decatur, Georgia. 
Here I am in Agnes Scott College. All girls. Playing 
Hockey and joining a debating club already. 

June — Three years later. An A. B. with a major in 
French. Now to teach school. 

July — Columbia University. Living on French and 
Spanish this summer. 

August — A taste of New York, Niagara, and Kentucky. 
Just joined the forces at the Illinois Woman's Col- 

October — L W. C. Room 200. A hard days work over. 
Sat through an interview with Greetings reporter 
and pulled threads for another handkerchief. 

—B. V. I. '22. 

Miss Ersley. 

Miss Ersley, our new instructor in Physics and 
assistant in the chemistry department comes to us 
from Greenwood, New York. She took her B. S. degree 
at Alfred University and later studied at Comelljthica, 
New York. She taught last year in Oklahoma. Since 
she was located in Indian Territory, she could probab- 
ly tell us many interesting things of life and customs 
there.— V. B. '22. 


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Miss Merriman. 

Miss Merriman, director of Household Arts in the 
Home Economics department was graduated from 
Purdue University in 1920. The following year she 
taught in the Jefferson High School near her home in 
Frankfort, Indiana. Last summer she took a summer 
course in Household Arts at Columbia. We are glad to 
welcome her into our college family. — D. S. '23. 
Miss Sapio. 

My interview with Miss Sapio was opened, on her 
part, with the remark, "Oh! dear, I haven't anything 
to say." In spite of this discouraging remark I was 
able to learn enough to convince me that she had some 
most interesting experiences. 

She was born in New York, so she is an American, 
for which we are thankful. 

Her educational opportunities have been great. 
She attended school in France four years and later in 
England, while her summers were spent in Italy. 

She has traveled a great deal, crossing the Atlantic 
five or six times. The first time was at the tender age 
of three months. She was a delicate infant and she 
crossed the mighty deep in a trunk, guarded by a 

Her mother is an opera singer, and has made ex- 
tensive tours, and always the small daughter accom- 
panied her. In this happy manner she visited Austra- 
lia and at the age of nine, India. She owes her ability 
as a linguist to these countries. There are always tliree 
languages spoken in the Sapio home; French, Italian 
and English. 

Her traveling has given her opportunity to meet 
and to know intimately great artists as Patti, Calvi, 
Caruso, Nordica, Joseph Hoflfman, Paderewski, Scotti 
and McCormick. The new opera star, Jean Gordon, 


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Who is making such unusual success is a pupil of Ma- 
dame Sapio. 

As a musician Miss Sapio herself ranks highly. 
She has played a great deal in the East and has receiv- 
ed most of her musical training in America. She has a 
large class in New York and is greatly interested in 
American methods of teaching as compared to those of 

Upon being questioned as to school life of Europe 
she said/'The schools may almost be said to be auto- 
cratic over there. Each instructor presents her sub- 
ject according to her own ideas. The musical opportu- 
nities of a student in a European school are great, in- 
deed at any time the very best music may be heard." 

Miss Sapio's observations have led her to the con- 
clusion that the freedom given to students in American 
schools has aided them in developing initiative in all 
branches of their work. — Estelle Cover, '22. 

Miss Boyd. 

Miss Boyd, director of Physical Culture, comes to 
the Woman's College from "out where the West begins" 
— Denver, Colorado. 

It was with difficulty that I got her to talk of her- 
self. In answer to a few questions which were suppos- 
ed to be "leaders" she said, "I am not used to talking 
about myself and would much rather talk about other 

However, this much I did learn, she is a graduate 
of the College of Speech Arts, where, to quote her ex- 
actly, she found the art of living, and the Chicago Nor- 
mal School. Her experience has been mainly in the 
social service lines, organization of play grounds and 
recreation centers. In 1918 she was director of the 
entertainment at Fort Logan and Hospital 29 in Den- 

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ver. Last year she taught Physical Education at Hol- 
lins, Virginia. 

She is a believer in the individual as an individual 
and sees a bright future for I. W. C. with its up-to-date 
equipment, and sees no reason why the Physical Edu- 
cation department should not be one of our college's 

"When you are down in the dumps, go to Miss 
Boyd from the "mile high city" and get a "higher 
thought." I find that this is her reputation and I am 
sure she can live up to it. — Margaret Burmeister, '24. 
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For the benefit of other institutions we are pub- 
lishing the detail of our new registration system, which 
received first premium at the International Exhibition 
01 Machineiy Composed of Over One Thousand Parts, 
held at Griggsville, 111., on June 31, 1921. 

I. Enter door and take sheet of paper presented 
to you. This can be handled more conveniently if the 
last seven feet of it are wound about the neck. 

II. Fill out the following questionnaire: 

1. Last name, first name, middle name, nickname. 

2. Trace ancestry back to one of the sons of Noah 
(If unable to do this, see Dean for special permission 
to register.) 

3. Check any of the following that you have suf- 
fered: Asthma, apoplexy, alcoholic blues. 

4. How many lumps of sugar do you take in 
your coffee? 

5. Write number of your ancestors who succumbed 
in the following ways: Natural; supernatural. 

6. Are you a regular reader of the following ? 
Journal of Religious Education, Our Dumb Animals, 
Jim Jam Jems. 


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III. After the above has been mastered, carefully 
and prayerfully, fill out coupons 1 to 37, with the name 
of the course, when and why you are taking it, your op- 
inion of the instructor and the expected grade, in their 
respective columns. 

Be sure that name, address, complexion, classifica- 
tion and church preference are on each coupon. 

IV. Take sheet to faculty adviser. To locate her, 
telephone the Western Union for a messenger to page 
her through the corridors. Ehnie's and Woolworth's. 
When she has compared all 37 coupons and has decided 
that if you survive you stand a chance for a chance for 
a B. A. or B. S., fill out coupons 38 to 49. 

V. Tear off coupon 17 on the dotted line (be sure 
not to detach others n the process). This must be slip- 
ped under the Dean's door at midnight in the dark of 
the moon. Coupon 26 should be endorsed by Dr. Hark- 
er and put in Woodson's mail box. Coupon 19 is for your 
memory book. Coupon 31 is telegraphed to the U. S. 
Director of Education. Coupon 11 must be presented to 
the baggage man on delivery of your trunk, and coupon 
42 is filed at the outer office so that young men desir- 
ing to call may refer to it to find your leisure hours. The 
remainder makes excellent souvenirs for family and 
friends, or may be used for lining bureau drawers. 

Truly, this is the age of efficiency ! 

— Margaret Fowler, '23. 

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And girls from everywhere." 
Laughter, chums, and happy times, 
To make the friendships rare ; 
"Geneva is the place to go 


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What would we take for our trip to Geneva? Every- 
body now: — One, two, three. "Nothing! Nothing!!! 
Nothing ! ! ! ! To begin with it's a perfectly wonderful 
place to go for ten days if there wasn't a sign of a Y. 
W. there, for the country around is beautiful and in- 
spirational in itself. Even if you were the only per- 
son there, you'd enjoy it, but to be there with six hun- 
dred other girls adds a whole lot more. And then there 
was the Y. W. C. A. part of it which made the ten days 
complete. We studied about things we could do for 
our own Y. W., for the national organization, and had 
our eyes opened to a bigger vision of world possibilites. 
The Industrial girls from the Dewey Point Conference 
gave us some more pointers on the relation of college 
and industrial girls which followed out our beginnings 
of last year. Our forum discussions on the question, 
"Is the product called Life today Christian" were very 
interesting too, particularly the one on college life. 

We I. W. C.'ers were especially honored by having 
a foreign delegate with us, and did we swell with pride 
when "Miss Sarita Jones of Chile, South America, will 
speak to us" was announced? But it was pretty hard 
for us when Hazel came home and inadvertently an- 
nounces in Sarita's presence that she had just learned 
at Leader's Meeting that we were to be especially nice 
to foreigners, for then Sarita demanded her rights. 
Anyway she had to sit on the platform with the Chin- 
ese, Hawaians and Swedish girls, but chiefly with the 

The delegates from last year didn't have every- 
thing on us, for Janette sprained her ankle too, even if 
she didn't do it as romantically as "Willie" did. Any- 
way, the ice cream cones nearly melted while she was 
being rescued. 


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When Thursday night came, and we were all pack- 
ed ready to start back we had the queerest feeling. We 
hated to separate even if it would be only two weeks 
until we'd all be back at I. W. C. again, and leaving so 
much. When the 6 :30 boat bore us away Friday morn- 
ing we sang with the rest. 

"Glad oh, be glad. 

But sadly sail away. 

Only don't forget to sail. 

Back to William's Bay, \ 

Back to William's Bay." ^ 

And we won't— A. B. & H. Q. '23. 
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Zay Wright '19, has been spending the summer in 
Yellowstone Park, — but let's let her tell about it her- 

"I've tried a little of everything and done nothing — 
and I like it. I've liked this summer best of all. I'd 
rather come back and do something here than anything 
I've ever done, but I've always thought with Kipling 
that, "It isn't safe to cross an old trail twice; things X 

remind one of things, and a cold wind comes up and you 
feel sad." I could come back and have a pretty good 
government position, and the editor of the "Tourist 
Tattler" has asked me to return as Literary Editor. 
I'm not even home, however, yet. 

"I wish you could see all the beautiful and wonder- 
ful things I've seen this summer. The Canyon of the 
Yellowstone with its falls twice as high as the falls of 
Niaraga, and its rocks of every color that God ever 
made, I think. It's the sort of beauty that makes one 
feel the way church should but doesn't. Then there's 
Old Faithful Geyser of course, and Hell's Half Acre of 


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boiling sulphur spring's and the largest lake of boiling 
water in the world. And the Devi's Frying Pan, the 
Devil's Kitchen, his Punch Bowl and his Slide, and 
Watch Charm and Paint Pots. It's queer how many- 
Devil's things there are here. Whenever they run out 
of a name, they give it to the Devil. Of course there are 
dozens of lovely little cascades and waterfalls every- 
where — ^and snow-capped mountains all around — I just 
can't seem to stop when I get started raving." 

Bliss Seymour ex. '21 is a High School teacher in 
Okmulgee, Oklahoma. She writes in part: 

"We've spent all day registering — filling out long, 
long blanks with all the youngster's public and private 
affairs analyzed in full. We had to get their ambitions 
and they varied from cow-punchers to prima donnas. 
One little girl wants to be a captain in the Salvation 

"You can't imagine anything like this school sys- 
tem until you've seen it. Nine people work all the 
time visiting the pupils' homes and fixing charts and 
things. They are all required to take two activities — 
and there are twenty-eight to choose from. Such things 
as auto-driving for girls, Oklahoma folk-lore, short 
story club, astronomy club, journalistic club, wood- 
work, china painting — ^just everything you can think 
of. We do all our teaching by projects — and have no 
study periods. There are six fifty-five minute periods 
which are divided into twenty-five minutes of super- 
vised study, twenty minutes recitation period, and ten 
minutes assignment time. I have two seventh grade 
classes, two and one Sophomore class." 

And Margaret Wilson, a Sophomore of last year, 
is a country school marm in Kansas. She characteristic- 
ally describes her first day: 


13 ^e (Tollefle (Btz^t\n^» 

7;30 ^1. M. 8:00— Plodded through Kansas mud 
and heavenly showers part way — traversed the re- 
mainder of the distance in a Ford. 

8:30 — Scholar number one arrives, Bubble May. 
He's in the 7th Grade and is the oldest one there, so 
feeis that the entire responsibility of the place rests 
on him. He explains to me at length the most advis- 
able method to follow in any emergency, and shows me 
the various texts, giving a short talk on their respect- 
ive volumes. I heave a vast sigh of relief, the running 
of the school is no affair of mine from now on. 

9:00 — All are seated both where they wmt to sit, 
and where I want 'em to sit. (Did any one ever say 
I wasn't a diplomat?) 

12:00 1:00 — All depart except one spoiled darling 
who greatly enjoys the privilege of eating with teachah. 

1:00 — We begin again. My flock is increased by 
one — a swarthy black haired Mexican nino w!.o on in- 
quiring divulges the startling fact that instead of be- 
ing named Antonio or DonJose, or something equally 
reminiscent of Spanish grandeur, he is simply called 

2:00 — The A B C's proceed with many delays. 
Frances Martiney proudly displays her new primer 
purchased by doting and devout parents, which sets 
forth with many syllables the history of our Blessed 
Virgin. I substitute a "Little Boy Blue" affair and 

4:00 — It's over! I come home halfway via lumber 
wagon, the rest via pedes." 

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White — Did you favor the honor system at the re- 
cent election? 

Green— I sure did. Why, I voted for it five times ! 

— Exchanfire. 

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Leatha Bunting '20 is an assistant in Botany at 
the University of Illinois, and in her spare time is 
studying for her Master's degree. 

Anne Floreth '16 has recently been put in charge 
of the entire savings department of the Calumet Trust 
and Savings Bank in Chicago. 

Mary Elizabeth Frazier '21 is teaching Mathema- 
tics at Paris, Illinois. 

Helena Munson '15 and Mr. Guy Peckinpaugh were 
married on June 30, at the college, Dr. Harker officiat- 
ing. They are now living in Rushville, Illinois. 

Avonne Jameson and Mr. Arthur Elliott were mar- 
ried in Waterloo, Iowa during July. 

Gladys Jaquith ex '21 and Mr. Judson Driver of 
Greenfield were married in July at South Bend, Ind. 
They have been in California, but in December they 
will be at home in Greenfield. 

Born September 15, 1921 at Pontiac, Illinois to Mr. 
and Mrs. R. J. Reed, a son, Charles Reed. Mrs. Reed 
was Alice Tombaugh, an I. W. C. student, 1913-1915. 

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Dorothy Hoag — "Come to see me! I live on up- 
perTin Can, down at the end in the fartherest Can." 

Freshman at table — "Who is this Matanzas, any- 
way? Student or faculty?" 

Seraphine said yesterday that she beheved she'd 
enjoy her breakfast, if the maid didn't bother so much. 


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College of Music Notes. 

A number of the members of the music factulty 
are holding positions in the various church of Jackson- 
ville this year. Mr. Pearson is organist and choir- 
master at the Grace M. E. church; Miss Kirby is or- 
ganist at the First Baptist church; Miss Miller is 
soprano soloist at the Christian church ; and Miss 
Larimore is organist at Centenary church. 

A splendid artist series of three numbers has been 
contracted for, and will appear as follows: Dumesnil, 
famous French pianist, on November 21 ; the Zoellner 
String Quartette and Miss Myrna Sharlow, prima don- 
na of the Chicago Opera Association will both appear 
during the second semester. 

As is customary, a series of faculty recitals will be 
given this year. Mr. Pearson opened the series with 
an organ recital on Monday evening October 17; Miss 
Kirby, pianist, and Miss Miller, soprano, will give a 
joint recital on November 14 ; Miss Olga Sapio, pianist, 
will give a recital on December 5 ; Mrs. Forrest, sopra- 
no, and Miss Horsbrugh, violinist, will appera January 
16 ; Miss Belle Mehus, pianist, will give her recital Feb- 
ruarjT^ 6. All will be given in Music Hall. 

Miss Florence Kirby studied this summer in the 
master classes o Jan Chiapusso in Chicago. 

Miss Belle Mehus, in addition to her Chautauqua 
work, studied piano in Chicago. She attended the 
master classes of Jan Chiapusso in Chicago. 
Mme. Kiesselbach. 

Misses Horsbrugh and Sapio, and Mrs. Forrest, 
while at Camp Winnisquam, in Vermont this summer, 
assisted in the summer concert series of the University 
of Vermont. 


Spieth Bros. 

Photography In All Its 

Specialize in riigfn Grade 


S. W. Cor. Square 

L. M. — "Where did she stay in New 

F. M. — "She was on the Bronx for 
awhile, but she did'nt like the smell 
so she moved to Riverside Drive." 

A. E. Schocdsack 
City Steam Dye Works 

Dry Cleaning, Dyeing and 

Illinois Phone 388 — Bell Phone 98 
Terms Cash 



West Side Square 

Floreth Co. 

Millinery and Dry Goods Store 



ways the new and unusual in Fountain Drinks and Home Made Candies 
If you've been here you knotv, if not, come and see 

!JttuUeiiix ^ Ifamllton 


Ladies Holeproof Silk Hose and Gloves. 

All the New Shades in Silk and Wool Mixed Hose 

k, Kid and Chamoisette Gloves, Sweaters, Scarfs, Handker- 
chiefs and Caps. 

T^om Duffner 

If it's new, we have it." 


Everything in Dry Goods and 

ood Place 




West Side Dry Goods Co. 

The Greetings Staff announces that 
ginning in December the Saturday 
/•ening Post, Life and the London 
*unch" will be placed in the library 
the magazine rack. 

Cloaks. S u/rs, Fuf^s/woMiLLo^Rt^ 


Low Prices and Square Deahngs 
Keep Us Busy 

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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 


V. I. A.— On Meetings 27 

Both Quantity and Quality 28 

Shadows of Coming Events 29 

What's the Use? 30 

Editorial 31 

Mrs. Jemime Dumville 32 

Scholarship Honors 35 

Miss Williard and Pep Again 38 

Alumnae 39 

From Fifth Floor 40 

Miss Florence Kirby • 41 

College of Music Notes 42 

Miss Davis 43 

Miss Tickle 44 

Art Notes 45 

Seraphina — Her Book 46 

"D^e (ToUeije (Greetings 

V. I. A. — On Meetings. 

Meetings are an indispensable part of Woman's 
College life. We all admit that, for where would we be 
without class-meetings, society meetings, meetings of 
the Student's Association and Y. W. C. A., the Dean's 
talk and committees ?. We admit, yes, their necessity, 
but often we forget what a necessary part of them we 
are. The thought, "Class-meeting can get along just 
as well without me, for I won't say anything if I go," 
brands the thinker as one of those slackers who is too 
lazy to live up to her obligations. And she who says, 
"Vote in my place," and runs away is not preparing for 
another better day, but for one in which all her past 
omissions will hang heavily upon her. 

Perhaps it is more pleasant for the individual to 
stay away from a meeting, but she in so doing takes a 
selfish attitude directly contrary to the ideals of the 
college. It isn't anything to her, perhaps, that the rest 
of the committee is waiting for her to come and hear 
their discussions rather than repeat them later at that 
unheard of time — leisure. The student body waits for 
the laggards to come in, growing more and more dis- 
gusted every minute. One hundred pupils waiting ten 
minutes — one thousand minutes for all, while ten peo- 
ple enjoy the ten minutes. Over sixteen hours ex- 
changed for less than two. A fair exchange is no rob- 
bery; but isn't this an unfair one? 

We may object to the number of meetings, — surely 
no other place has them in such quantities! but still 
they exist; and while 

"Meetings may come, and meetings may go, 
We must attend them forever." 

— By a Campus Scout. 


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Both Quantity and Quality 

"Hello, hello — please don't cut us off again, Central, 
until I am through. All right — and seventy-five pounds 
of beef and twenty-five pounds of bacon, and twenty 
pounds of butter — what? — yes. Eleven o'clock prompt, 

I was on my way to class when I caught this much 
of a conversation. I stopped in amazement to see what 
United States officer was ordering army supplies for 
next year from our telephone, and discovered our good 
Mrs. Ham putting up the receiver and walking away 
to her kingdom — the kitchen. 

There was an absent-minded student in that next 
class, for my one-cylinder brain was working exclus- 
ively on my bright little new idea. What an amazing 
amount of food it must take to furnish our brains with 
text book energy, and our bodies with hockey muscle! 
Coming of a long line of curosity-consumed ancestors, 
I endeavored to find out. And I did. You never in the 
world would believe we eat so much, but we do. In 
the first place, that order for meat and butter which I 
had overheard was for one day, not a month. Besides 
that I discovered that we drink ten gallons of coffee 
for breakfast each morning, and the cream for it is 
skimmed (and "skimmed" by hand, too) from the 
twenty-five gallons of milk which are brought direct 
from the Bossie to the kitchen door each morning. Im- 
agine how desolate the chicken yard looks after a truck 
load of fifty chickens for our Sunday dinner and twenty 
dozen eggs for breakfast has left for town. 

Then our daily bread — eighty loaves of crisp warm 
bread each day from the bakers. And will you believe 
it? — there are two thousand glasses of home made jelly 
out on the shelves in the kitchen for us to eat with that 


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bread. It's certainly discouraging for us girls who are 
gaining more avoirdupois every day to realize that 
down in the basement are stored five hundred bushels 
of potatoes. Does nobody think of the fat girl ? 

I felt thoroughly chilled when I discovered that it 
takes one thousand pounds of ice a day to keep our food 
cool, but I felt like a county Sunday School picnic when 
I learned that Sunday noon we eat ten gallons of ice 

I could astonish you further with the number of 
pies and cakes, and the acres of peas and beans, and 
the orchards of fruit that they expect us to eat between 
now and June, but I'll leave you with a little self re- 
spect left. There's the dinner bell anyway, and I feel 
a sort of personal responsibility about those quantities 
of food. Somebody must eat them. — M. M. '22. 


Shadows of Coming Events, and Footprints of Those 


Oct. 17. Mr. Pearson's Organ Recital. 

Oct. 24. Miss Davis' Expression Recital. 

Oct. 31. Hallowe'en Party. 

Nov. 5. Theta Sigma Party. 

Nov. 12. Junior-Freshman Party. 

Nov. 14. Recital by Miss Miller and Miss Kirby. 

Nov. 19. Belles Lettres Afternoon Tea. 

Nov. 21. First number of Artist Series, Maurice 

Dumesnil, pianist. 

Nov. 24. Thanksgiving. 

Nov. 26. Phi Nu Banquet. 

Nov. 26. Lambda Mu Banquet. 


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What's the Use? 

Doubtless when Edward Young wrote "Procrastin- 
ation is the thief of time," he was expressing what he 
believed to be the truth, but today, especially in the col- 
lege world, his saying can be slightly amended. 

In the rush and hurry of college life every moment 
is full. So, why should one dash madly to the hockey 
field only to wait for the other players to arrive ? And 
concerning committee meetings — well, what's the need 
of appearing there on time merely to wait ten or fifteen 
minutes for the other members to assemble at their 
pleasure ? 

Just think of the many things that can be accomp- 
lished in fifteen minutes! Of course, it's not a good 
habit, nor one likely to be favorably looked upon by 
the teachers to reach classes fifteen minutes late, but 
there's plenty of time to rush upstairs before class and 
get that eagerly awaited letter. 

And, again, why go hurrying down to the dining 
room to wait for the others to arrive ? Wouldn't it be 
just as well to have one wait for us? 

Of course there are always exceptions, and I'm 
sure you'll all agree it is advisable to be on time when 
a train leaves, or to go to a concert in time to get a 
good seat. But as a general rule punctuality does not 
seem to be the demand of the times. Shall we, or 
rather have we not changed the old saying to the new 
one, "Punctuality is the thief of time ?" 

— Eloise Calhoun, '23. 


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Yol^MV;:>X) Jacksonville, 111., Nov. 1921 No. 2 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

The Freshman Society 

We have in the college a new organization which 
has begun to show vigorous signs of life. The first 
ceed, and that it will be an asset to the college. Each 
been carefully tended and cultivated. It required, how- 
ever for its fuller development reinforcement by the 
Freshman class. The Freshman Society was organized 
in October, and it was officially given its recognition on 
Nov. 1. 

We feel sure that the society cannot help but suc- 
ceed, and that it wiil be an asset to the college. Each 
individual member will be benefited and her develop- 
ment as a college' woman will be aided materially. 

The rest of the school is watching the growth of 
this Society with great interest, and in this issue of the 
"Greetings" the old girls welcome the new Society and 
wish for it every success. We shall do everything in 
our power to further its progress. 

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On October 17, Miss Davis, director of the 
School of Expression, gave a very charming interpre- 
tation of the one-act drama by Henrik Herz, "King 
Rene's Daughter." 


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Mrs. Jemina Dumville. 

No incident associated with the early history of 
Illinois Woman's College has so strongly appealed to 
my imagination, and has been to me so full of heart 
interest as the story that by request, I now give to the 
College Greetings. It is the story of how Grandma 
Dumville, of sweet and blessed memory, arose to the 
rescue of the college in its hour of greatest peril. 

The Annual session of the Illinois Conference was 
convened in Jacksonville in an early year of the event- 
ful sixties, 1861 or 62, perhaps when this incident took 
place. The discharge of routine business had pro- 
gressed until it brought to the consideration 
of the conference, the financial report of the new 
college for women. The report indicated that earnest 
effort had been made to secure funds with which to can- 
cel the indebtedness on the beautiful building that had 
been erected. But solicitations had met with inadequate 
response and the building was liable to be sold in ord- 
er to satisfy the demand of creditors who were unable 
to carry the burden longer, and were discouraged re- 
garding financial prospects. When discussion of the 
report opened, the atmosphere of the conference cham- 
ber was tense with anxiety and heavy with disappoint- 
ment over the unfavorable situation. Hope seemed to 
have departed. 

Then it was that a new pleasant voice, with an ac- 
cent somewhat Scotch drew quick attention, and stand- 
ing on the conference floor, a comely lady with the glow 
of Christ's spirit in her face awaited the Bishop's re- 

I was not there, but clearly can I see Mrs. Dumville 
as she stood; for from my father, who was present, I 
have repeatedly heard the story ; and a year or two af- 


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ter that time I came to know her well as an elect lady 
in my father's parish in Carlinville. And, during three 
happy years we spent there, Grandma Dumville, as she 
was affectionately known, was ever a welcome visitor 
when she came into our home, and on every Sabbath 
morning was an eagerly awaited vision in the church 
when she entered, leading Major Burke's two pretty 
children by the hand and, as she took her accustomed 
seat close to the parsonage pew, beamed friendliness 
upon my mother and her children. And now, having 
made this detour, I wish to make more complete her 
picture before I return to the conference story, for I 
would have you see her just before as she looked stand- 
ing in that serious concourse. 

Mrs. Jemina Dumville was an English woman, a 
bit more in height than was her sovereign majesty 
Queen Victoria, which is not saying that she was tall ; 
but she possessed an easy dignity that suggested in- 
telligence and strength. Her plump smooth face was 
surrounded the the lacy frill of a white cap that show- 
ed daintly even under the brim of her black bombazine 
poke bonnet, and a white neckerchief was drawn in soft 
folds across her comfortable bosom. Just so did I of- 
ten see her. And this is the picture I wish you to have 
in mind as you see her standing on the conference floor^ 
in an ecclesiastical assembly in which never before had 
a woman's voice been heard; pleading the need of an 
educated Christian womanhood and with earnest ap- 
peal for the continued life of the college. 

Then tenderly she urged, "Your daughters must 
be educated; my daughters must have an education. 
We must keep the school. It must not be sold. It must 
not be sold." And in conclusion, falling into her Scotch 
habit, "We mun gie ; all mun gie ; I have a hundred dol- 


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lars in Mr. Chestnut's bank in Sprin^eld and I will 
gie it, and you mun all gie." 

And this from a woman with no wealth, who held 
an honored place in Major Burke's house, mothering 
his two little children, who had been left motherless 
when the hand of death had opened the door and en- 
tered their home. 

Can you not picture the entire scene, the Bishop, 
Peter Cartwright, Dr. Akers, Dr. Prentice, the Rutledge 
Brothers, William and George, and all the younger 
clergy ? And do you not share that feeling that surg- 
ed through the hearts of those who listened, those, who 
with valiant effort had founded the college and now had 
been so strangely moved by the new voice that had 
sounded the note of hope and courage and a triumph 
to come. 

Many were the moist eyes, and tears unashamed 
coursed down the cheeks of men as they came to their 
feet making pledges; pledges that in many instances 
would claim the larger part of their meagre and often 
only partially paid salary. But the aggregate of those 
pledges was sufficient. The college building with its 
stately columns rising from the stone floor of the por- 
tico, and doors standing open to eager students, was 
not to be sold. 

Conference adjourned. Ministers went to their 
appointed fields of labor ready to undertake the fulfill- 
ment of the new obligation voluntarily assumed. Heroi- 
cally were new tasks added to those required in the dis- 
charge of pastoral labors. New economies were im- 
posed in the frugal life of the parsonage and sacrifices 
that hurt were born uncomplainingly though the one 
who struggled to make the depleted income stretch far 
enough to make ends meet in the closing circle of the 


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year, found it a painful achievement not always possi- 

Thus was the college saved, and so ends the story 
of Grandma Dumville's part in perpetuating the life 
that glowed with a flickering flame. She had her heart's 
desire in the education of her daughters in the college 
halls, and from her home in the glory-land, I feel that 
she rejoices in the beacon light that Illinois Woman's 
College now holds aloft to the young womanhood of 
this great territory of the Mississippi Valley. 

— Belle Short Lambert. 
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Scholarship Honors. 

For the Year 1920-1921. 

High Honors. 

Those in the High Honor List have an average of 
90 or above for the year's work, and rank in the order 



Pires, Elson 


Wardner, Vera 


Blodget, Alma 


Harmel, Hulda 


Fowler, Margaret 


Davison, Margaret 


Humphreys, Marian 


Cherry, Cora 


Logan, Hazel 


Harper, Esther 


Boeker, Edna 


Ramsey, Mona 


Wallace, Janette 



Ward, Anna 


Clotfelter, Ada 


Weber, Florence 


Ashwood, Hildreth 


Canada, Anna 


Craigmiles, Maude 


Calhoun, Eloise 


Chiles, Helen 



Munson, Marian 


Zwermann, Eva 


Dell, Hazel 


Davis, Rachel 


Ellison, Mary 


Watson, Katherine 


Remley, Dorothy 


Munson, Harriet 


Yant, Mary 


Lamb, Gladys 


Baker, Roxy 


Little, Lee 


Collier, Grace 


Grain, Helen 


Leach, Olwen 


Wackerle, Mrs. A. 


Randle, Katherine 

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Honor Roll. 

Those who haye an average of from 88 to 90 are 
on the honor roll. 


1. Skinner, Laila 

2. Robison, Marian 

3. Smith, Lorer.e 

4. Crowder, Avis 

5. Wade, Sue 

6. Watson, Margaret 

7. Keys, Mildred 

8. Caruthers, Marion 


1. Laughlin, Gladys 

2. Merker, Margaret 

3. Hasenstab, Constance 

4. Hurt, Lura 

5. Keys, Harriet 

1. Betcher, Helena 

3. Kent, Helen 

4. Powell, Clara 

5. Paschall, Helen 

6. Styles, Grace 

7. Switzer, Leona 

8. Cobb, Margaret 


1. Barwise, Alice 

2. Jordan, Audrey 

3. McCalman, Helen 

4. Terhune, Grace 

5. Broadstone, Lois 

6. Jones, Sarita 

7. Lowry, Bernadine 

8. Sanford, Eleanor 

9. Gibbons, Lesta 

10. Burmeister, Margaret 

11. Dyarman, Carrie 

Coates, Genevieve 

Honorable Mention. 

Those receiving honorable mention have an aver- 
age between 85 and 88. 


1. Black, Veriel 

2. Miller, Agnes 

3. Bishop, Mary 

4. Frazier, Mary E. 

5. Engle, Olive 

6. Holnback, Bemice 

7. Koehm, Louise 

8. Woodman, Isabel 

9. Hamilton, Melba 


1. McBurney, Laura 

2. Miller, Vinita 

3. Pyatt, Lucy 

4. Cover, Estelle 

5. Mayer, Mildred 

6. Shumway, Tina 

7. Bain, Velma 

8. DePew, Marian 

9. Dugger, Carmen 


1. Quick, Hazel 

2. Wills, Margaret 

3. Smith, Dorothy May 

4. Goodwine, Mildred 

5. Griswold, Dorothy 

6. Gowdy, Helen 

7. Tull, Paulina 

8. Hall, Mary 

9. Hamilton, Doris 


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Hammond, Dorothy 


Ross, Evelyn 


Harris, Helen 


Steele, Helen 


Dikeman, Flo 


Hackett, Opal 


Kirby, Lucile 


Kriege, LeNora 


Wilson, Margaret 


Mahanke, Hazel 


Rinehart, Suzanne 


Oliver, Olga 



Roark, M. Elizabeth 


Garvey, Marjorie 


Rowell, Grace 


Hall, Gertrude 


Sturgeon, Marguerite 


McDevitt, Dorothy 


Marko, Lucy 


Vick, Lucille 


Hill, Virginia 


Kennish, Ruth 


Jackson, Helen 


Hyrup, Lucile 


Oakes, Helen 


Lyons, Dorothy 


Whitlock, Myra 


Mershon, Vema 




Dr. Harker received an interesting letter from Mr. 
Henry Oldys not long ago. Mr. Oldys is a bird lecturer 
of national reputation, and appeared at the Woman's 
College here in 1914. Since then he has been abroad, 
and he relates an incident of interest to I. W. C. girls. 
In 1919 Mr. Oldys was in charge of a train carrying re- 
lief supplies to Vienna. At a small station near the 
Swiss-Austrian border he "gave a lift" to a young 
lady, a member of the Y. W. C. A., who was having 
transportation difficulties. During the twenty-eight 
hours that she was a guest on his train, it developed 
that she was Fjeril Hess, who graduated from I. W. C. 
in '15, and that she had heard him lecture back here in 
Jacksonville several years before. Miss Hess is one of 
the girls about whom we "undergrads" have always 
heard as one of the bright and shining lights of our 
alumnae. We are proud to remember the efficient Y. 
W. C. A. service she rendered in Vienna and Prague 
during the war. It is a safe wager that Mr. Oldys 
counted that "lift" his rare good fortune. 


'D^e (TolUgft (Breetings 

Miss Willard and Pep Again 

It was a pleasant surprise, wasn't it, to see Miss 
Willard again? The old girls remembered her from 
her talk in chapel last year, when our endowment was 
launched. She stopped with us this time after a visit 
to McKendree college. And by the way — do you know 
what the college is doing ? It is nearing the end of its 
campaign for a million and a half! The drive closes 
December 21 of this year. Here's luck to them ! 

Miss Willard's visit did several things. It furnish- 
ed a new 4d story for us to tell and write in our letters 
home, and it inspired several Freshmen to be prominent 
public speakers. Yes, honestly — after the talk in the 
social room one Frosh was heard to say, "I'd give any 
thing if I could just talk like that." 

But the big thing was this — her talk and her pres- 
ence here again "pepped us", reminded us, and put 
some more purpose into us. Steps are being taken now 
to reorganize the Endowment Committes. First of all 
the classes of last year must not forget their pledges. 
Then the new girls must get into the center of things 
and pledge. Just look at the size of this new Fresh- 
man class and think what they can do along the pledge 
line. The amount we are striving for has been in- 
creased you know, therefore the time for the pledges 
has been lengthened. From three to five years, in fact. 

Have any of you heard what some Wellesley 
girls did last summer? They took the role of guides 
at various summer resorts and the fee (a dollar a hike) 
went to the Endowment fund of the college. That's not 
a bad idea. Some of us might try the same next sum- 
mer, or peel potatoes for our home Y. W. C. A., or 
translate some old Latin manuscript at a dollar a 
word, or — well, we aren't going to worry about the 


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'hows' — we're going to pledge now, and the means 
whereby will take care of themselves. 

There isn't a thing that the girls of the other 
schools have done that we can't do! You know the 
alumnae of Wellesley met last year to see just how 
much their Alma Mater needed. They found that she 
needed seven million dollars. Those women didn't duck 
nor shy, they just set that seven million dollars as their 
goal — and they got it. The students and alumnae rais- 
ed $3,000,000. Their pledges ran from one hundred to 
one thousand dollars! There's nothing especiallly un- 
usual about those young women — they do not love 
Wellesley any more than we love I. W. C. and we're 
going to follow them right up the grade until we can 
stand on the top of the hill too. The sunrise will be 
"spiffy" from up there. The sun will be our Endow- 
ment realized, and each ray will be a student pledge. 

— L. v., '24 . 

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Laila Skinner, '21, writes to us from New York: 
"I 'landed' (carefully chosen for that expresses my 
feelings exactly in the matter) here in Rochester after 
having suddenly decided not to go to New York. I am 
in the Eastman School of Music of Rochester Univer- 
sity, which just opened this Fall with an endowment 
of two million and buildings and equipment amounting 
to two and one-half millions — the gift of Eastman, the 
kodak man. I am taking the regular piano course. 
My private work in piano is with Pierre Angieros, who 
has been for several years co-artist with Kublik, and 
for four years first assistant to Phillippe in Paris. 

"I am eager to see the "Greetings" and get all the 


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news. I miss the dormitories for the girls have none 
here. And I have Hved in dorms for ^eleven years!" 

On Oct. 12, Cora Cherry, '21, and Mr. Norton War- 
ren, of Mt. Vernon, Illinois, were married at the Cherry 
home in Jacksonville. The ceremony was one of the 
loveliest and most impressive that has been witnessed 
for some time in Jacksonville. Mr. and Mrs. Warren 
are now living in Mt. Vernon. 

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From Fifth Floor 

I was looking out of my window one afternoon and 
thinking how calm and peaceful it all was, when from 
everywhere in general, girls began to appear and girls' 
tongues to start and before I had any idea of what was 
going on there was a perfect swarm of these aforesaid 
girls in the court beneath my window. They were com- 
ing from Main, Marker, and the Gym. in a seemingly 
endless stream and they looked and sounded like a 
conservative mob of French Revolutionists. They were 
dressed in every possible sort of clothes — middies and 
bloomers and rolled hose, silk sweater outfits with 
high heels, plain dresses, jumpers, smocks — everything 
that is being worn now a days, and they talked, called, 
shouted and yelled as the spirit moved them. Their 
hockey sticks looked ever so much like scythes and 
pikes and other plebeian weapons which the "Citizens" 
had been wont to use in the olden days,and when several 
of them looked up at me and waved and shouted, I be- 
gan to feel like Marie Antoinette with the mob at the 
doors of her palace. It was really quite terrifying for 
a while. My vision became so good that I could see the 
fierce scowls, etc., which were directed upon me and 


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feel the consequent thrill at being so hated. I really 
rather enjoyed it It gave me a taste of greatness even 
in death. 

But soon the mob began to move down toward the 
back campus. They made themselves into two teams 
and began to play the famous I. W. C. game — hockey. 
I could only see the performance of one team, because 
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my head 
around the corner of the building. But judging from 
that performance, the players were every bit as inter- 
ested in knocking about that poor little ball as the 
French peasantry had been in striking at the nobility. 
I noticed, too, that my first idea about their sticks 
wasn't so far wrong, because several of them were us- 
ed as weapons, if one can judge anything by the various 
signs of injury such as ; limps, skinned elbows and 
swollen fingers which showed themselves on persons of 
the agile players the following day. — A. K. '24 

Miss Florence Kirby. 

Miss Florence Kirby comes to the College of Music 
from Chicago. She is a graduate of Bush Conserva- 
tory, having studied under many of the best known 
musicians. Some of her instructors in piano are: Har- 
old Von Mickwitz, Edgar Nelson, and Maissaye Bog- 
uslawski. She studied theory and Composition with Ed- 
gar Brazelton and Rowland Leach; and organ with 
Florence Hodge. Miss Kirby has a Master's degree in 
Piano and theory. 

We can well be proud to claim Miss Kirby as a 
member of our faculty; and she seems to be glad to 


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be with us. She is vitally interested in our activities 
as a school, and ready to help and encourage us. 

Miss Kirby has been teaching at Simmons College, 
Abilene, Texas during the past two years. — R. W., '23. 

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College of Music. 

On Monday evening, Oct. 24, Mr. Pearson used 
the new chimes for the first time, in a group of mod- 
ern compositions. 

Maurice Dumesnil, the eminent French pianist, will 
give the first number of the Artist Series on November 
21. M. Dumesnil has toured Europe and South Ameri- 
ca extensively, but has never before made appearances 
outside of the Eastern cities. He is much interested in 
the work of new Spanish composers, and also plays 
groups of South American folk songs which he has 
arranged for piano. 

Miss Miller was a soloist in Indianapolis recently 
with a chorus of three hundred voices at the Music 
Supervisor's Convention. 

Miss Kirby and Miss Miller will give a joint recital 
on Monday evening, Nov. 14. 

Mrs. Forrest, accompanied by Miss Mehus, gave 
a short song recital at the David Prince School, Thurs- 
day morning, Nov. 3. 

The following music students have made public ap- 
pearances outside of the college recently: Grace Ter- 
hune, Christine Cotner, Suzanne Reinhart, Grace 
Styles, Mary Rose Adams and Margaret Merker. 


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Regular rehersals of the following organizations 
are now well under way: College orchestra, directed 
by Mr. Pearson ; the Madrigal club, under the direction 
of Mrs. Forrest ; Glee club, under the direction of Miss 
Miller; and the Junior orchestra, directed by Miss 

Miss Kirby is now organist at the Trinity Epis- 
copal church, and Olive Engle ,a graduate of last year, 
is the organist at the Baptist church. 

The following students appeared on Nov. 3, at the 
informal recital: Suzanne Rinehart, Christine Cotner, 
Marguerite Sturgeon, Margaret Curtis, Mary Lois 
Clark, Estelle Cover, Grace Terhune, Audrey Jordan, 
and Beulah Coddington. 


Miss Davis. 

Miss Ida Belle Davis, our new instructor, who is 
at the head of the Expression Department, comes to 
us from the University of Illinois, where she received 
both her B. A. and M. A. degrees. She is also a graduate 
of the School of Speech at Northwestern University. 

Miss Davis has spent several years teaching at 
Yankton College, South Dakota, in the High School at 
Salem, Oregon, and also in the Willamette University 
there. The Eastern Illinois State Normal School at 
Charleston, Illinois has been fortunate in having her 
as an instructor. 

We are very glad indeed to have her with us this 
year, and we wish to extend to her our welcome and 
best wishes. — D. R. '22. 


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Miss Tickle 

I've just had the most interesting interview with 
Miss Tickle, and really folks, I don't know where to be- 
gin or where to stop. I was glad I was representing the 
College Greetings instead of some outside publication,as 
I probably wouldn't have gained half so much infor- 
mation as I did, for Miss Tickle, as do the rest of our 
faculty, very greatly dislikes talking about herself. 

I'll have to sketch only the "high lights" though I 
would like to divulge some of the interesting bits on the 
"don't you dare put this down" list, but it would actu- 
ally fill the Greetings to relate all the activities, both 
educational and social in connection with Miss Tickle's 
work in Home Economics. 

After graduating from the University of Missouri, 
she spent "You'll never know how many years" teach- 
ing in the public schools in Missouri and Kansas, which, 
aside from the regular classes, offered especially dur- 
ing the war, varied and extensive opportunities of ser- 
vice in Community and Extension Work. As Chair- 
man of the Food Conservation Committee of Clay Coun- 
ty, Mo., she was awarded a Certificate by the U. S. 
Food Administration Bureau for distinctive services, 
which included the training of Volunteer Food Admin- 
istrators and the organization of a Home Maker's Club 
among the town women. 

Then in connection with public school work in Kan- 
sas Miss Tickle was County Junior Red Cross chair- 
man in Garden City, later serving in an emergency 
hospital during the flu epidemic as a Red Cross dieti- 
cian. The last two years she has spent as head of the 
Home Economics Department at the Howard-Payne 
Junior College at Fayette, Mo. We are most fortunate 
in having Miss Tickle with us and are glad that she 


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liked our "senior" college well enough to leave her Jun- 
iors in Misouri. She needs no introduction by this 
time. I'm sure you'll all be glad to know her a little 
better whether you are in the department or not. 

— E. G. H., '23. 
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Mildred Goodwine is teaching art in the Schools 
at Hoopeston, Roxy Baker doing likewise in the schools 
of Crystal Falls, Michigan, and Helen Steele in Ander- 
son, Indiana schools. 

Helen Ost, former Fine Arts graduate is study- 
ing Mural painting with Stickroch in Chicago Art In- 
stitute. Nellie Hull is also studying at the Art Institute. 

At the fall exhibition of Broodman Art Academy, 
Colorado Springs, Miss Knopf was awarded the first 
prize ($100) for Landscape. 

Miss Knopf is honored in having two pictures ac- 
cepted by the jury for the 34th Annual Exhibition of 
American Artists now being shown at the Chicago Art 
Institute. The pictures were painted this summer in 
Colorado and are "Cameron's Cone" and "The Lomber 
Mountain, Colorado". It is reported that over 1100 pict- 
ures were presented to the jury for this exhibition and 
fewer than 200 were accepted, so Miss Knopf is to be 
congratulated on her successful work. 


Gladys Laughlin, a timid youngster awoke one 
night, and heard a mouse in her room. First one slipper 
was hurled mouseward and then another. But friend 
mouse frolicked undisturbed. Terrified, Gladys wonder- 
ed what to do next. 

She sat up in bed, and meowed. 


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Seraphine — Her Book. 

Monday — 

Just noticed in the calendar today that Miss Mil- 
ler and Miss Kirby are going to give a joint recital Mon- 
day night. Something new in the way of programs — 
do you suppose it will be aesthetic dancing or calisthen- 

Tuesday — 

My neighbors are rather cool towards me today. 
It's all because Evelyn locks her door at night, and I 
can't help that, can I? Last night about midnight, I 
awoke with a start, and remembered that I had to play 
hockey at 5:30 in the morning. Of course I rushed 
across the hall to tell Evelyn to wake me, and I couldn't 
get in because she'd locked her door. So I pounded and 
called for quite a while — heavens! how that girl does 
sleep ! Pretty soon everybody else that I didn't want 
to see came out to find out what the trouble was. The 
ensuing remarks were awfully catty.My goodness !They 
needn't blame me ! I didn't order hockey practice early, 
did I? 

Wednesday — 

Committed a little "faux pas"this morning. Yester- 
day we popped corn over the corridor jet, and quite a 
bit of it spilled on the floor. This morning the corridor 
maid came in with a desperate gleam in her eye — mum- 
bling something about "if she only knew who^ — ". Well, 
I always like to be sweet and kind, so I offered some of 
our popcorn. And, my dear — I thought for a moment 
I'd waved a red flag! My mistake, indeed! The next 
time we have a grain left over I'm going to intern it in 
the college bank before I offer it promiscuously. It 
doesn't pay. 


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Thursday — 

Oh dear, oh dear — the dreadfullest thing! I drag- 
ged out at 1 :30 this morning to cram for that Pysch. 
exam at 8:00 — and studied furiously till 4:00, when I 
crawled back in bed for a wee cat-nap. And I want 
you to know that I overslept — right through my eight 
o'clock! Now I have to take a special exam — another 
dollar gone to the dickens ! 

Friday — 

Some people are very easily amused. This noon I 
heard Miss Boyd say at the table that she was going 
to teach her Normal Training class to give orders in 
German as well as Swedish tactics. And I asked her 
how many languages one had to speak to teach gym — 
I don't see anything especially mirth-provoking about 
that yet. 

Saturday — 

Is it my fault the boards in Harker corridors 
squeak? I ask you — is it my fault? Tonight about 
11 :30 I was coming home from a harmless little spread 
in Harker — not bothering a soul, just walking along. 
And the House Chairman came out and told me I had 
no business there, especially as every footprint was 
audible. My goodness — she needn't blame me because 
the boards rattle. I didn't build the building, did I ? 


The car began to slow down, and the moon con- 
tinued to beam upon them. 

She — "What are you going to do?'* 

He — "I am going to kiss you!" 

She — "I thought so." And then he burned out the 
belt of the brakes. Sad, but true ! 


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X3 ^ e College (Treetings 

The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 


Editorial 51 

Turkey Day at I. W. C. 53 

On the Library Rack 54 

Alpha Pi Delta 55 

V. I. A. 56 

Music Notes 57 

Disarmament Conference 58 

And They Call Them Seniors 62 

Alumnae 64 

What We are Doing 67 

Seraphina — Her Book 69 

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The work of the American Relief Association 
in Europe, under the expert direction of Mr. Her- 
bert Hoover, has been a matter of interest to the 
American public ever since the beginning . We have 
heard frequently and fully about the Belgian refugees 
and the French orphans which our dollars are helping 
to feed and clothe. But did you ever stop to consider the 
students — even as you and I — in those war ridden 
countries ? Mr. Ben M. Cheerington of the Y. M. C. A. 
has recently made a trip abroad with this special 
field — the college and university enrollment in view, 
and his consequent reports are interesting as well as 

Did you know that the higher schools of learning 
in Europe are being crowded to the limits? In eleven 
countries where relief is being given,250,000 university 
students are enrolled, 70,000 of whom are receiving help 
in one form or another. Many of them are giving special 
attention to engineering and medicine — for immediate 
utility with reference to Europe's reconstruction. It 
is to these students that the stricken continent must 
look for her efficient and trustworthy leadership. Just 
imagine — while we are fussing here about a superfluity 
of roast beef and brown potatoes, over in France, les el- 


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ves are munching away on coarse rye bread, joking 
about the tiny quantities of the daily ration which 
makes up their one meal. Not only does the A. R. A. 
provide them with a certain amount of clothing and 
food, but also the prohibitive price of books and equip- 
ment necessitates aid there too. And maybe you think 
they aren't grateful ! They seem to think that all this 
bounty comes directly from the students in America, 
and they are eager to send their heartfelt thanks 
straight to us — most of whom probably never give 
them a thought. 

And as to the sort of training they are receiving, 
Mr. Cheerington confessed to a disappointment. It 
seems that the faculties of European universities have 
fallen back into their old fault of divorcing knowledge 
from any social significance it may have. "There is still 
the academic aloofness and detachment from contem- 
poraneous social and political life." But the students 
themselves are intensely interested in all forms of pro- 
gress — there is a pronounced demand for freedom and 
self-expression throughout all those countries. The 
hope of the nations lies in their eager and effective co- 

There is the width of the Atlantic between those 
foreign students, who are overcoming incredible bar- 
riers to secure their education, who are going hungry 
often that they may buy text books, and us — so com- 
fortably and complacently enjoying our college life. 
There is difference in racial customs and in language, 
and to some extent in ideals. But somehow, is'nt there a 
very real bond of interest that connects us with those 
brave young students in Europe? 

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Turkey Day at I. W. C. 

Thanksgiving day! What a crowd of impressions 
it has left. Early morning kimonas and aprons ob- 
ese weiners and boiled hominy. Shouts of victory from 
the hockey field, specials, telegrams, flowers and pack- 
ages, evening dresses, candlelight, turkey, dancing — a 
merry jumble of people and things which makes a 
charming whole and a happy memory. 

The day began with a luxury — breakfast in kim- 
onas. I'll never forget how funny we all looked as we 
patiently waited our turn to march up before the fac- 
ulty and receive our rations. And then when we had 
our food, the cinnamon rolls were so good. I intend to 
make them a part of my Thanksgivings hereafter. 

After breakfast the hockey game was played — 
played by the Juniors and Seniors. And the Seniors 
won! Imagine it! People may say they wish about 
this present age being an age of youth, but here is cer- 
tainly once instance in which the older generation came 
in for its share of glory too. And their victory made 
them young — decidedly young. Will you ever forget 
how they went through the buildings yelling, "We won ! 
We won ! We won, by golly ! We won !" ? Anyone would 
have taken them for Freshmen, I'm sure. 

Some of us went to church after that and too, some 
of us stayed at home. Our action was approved either 
way because we were "at ease" until dinner time and 
might follow our own inclinations. But about eleven- 
forty-five everyone's thoughts seemed to turn in the 
same direction. Evening dresses began to be brought 
out. Fingernails were carefully manicured and polished. 
Hair, generally a stranger to graceful curves, began 
to become acquainted with them with almost alarming 
speed. Satin slippers and feather fans put in their ap- 


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pearance and when the dinner bell sounded, Miss I. W. 
C. stepped down to the dining hall — a perfect beauty. 

We were there served with an excellent four course 
dinner — the ideal Thanksgiving dinner which we en- 
livened by various brilliant sallies of wit. (For once a 
formal occasion was not a bore). And after the last 
course, there were toasts by Dr. Harker, Senator Mc- 
Murray and Miss Davis, which gave us a deeper and 
truer feeling of Thanksgiving. 

Later in the evening Mrs. MacMurray gave us a 
charming talk on her recent trip abroad and then, af- 
ter a short interval during which we ate supper, we 
went over to tht gym and danced. Had our own orches- 
tra, too — and so ended our Thanksgiving day which, 
for all, I'm sure, is one to be ever remembered even in 
the crowd of happy Thanksgivings which came before 
it and are to come afterward. — A. K. '24. 
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On the Library Rack. 

On the north side of the magazine rack in the lib- 
rary, rubbing shoulders with the Association Monthly 
and the World Call, are the Greetings Exchanges. We 
send our little gossip, the College Greetings, traveling 
far and wide, and she sends back her friends to visit 
us; the Purple Parrot, a news sheet from Rockford 
that is like a pert little girl ; the Rambler, our Illinois 
College brother from town; the Collegiate World, like 
a young uncle who has seen big things and is full of 
snap and fun, and to the great delight of Miss Greet- 
ings, our wise and cultured big sisters, the Smith Col- 
lege Monthly and the Mount Holyoke Round Table. We 
are anxiously watching for the Wesleyan from Nebras- 
ka, and the Kodak from Milwaukee Downer, in order to 
determine their place in our family. 


IS^e College (Breetlngs 

Vol. XXIV. Jacksonville, 111., Dec. 1921 No. 3. 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

Alpha Pi Delta. 

Our new freshman society, Alpha Pi Delta, is now 
fully organized and promises to do some splendid work. 
The aim of the society is to aid its members in acquir- 
ing a more general knowledge of literature, music, and 
art; to train them in parliamentary usage; and to of- 
fer opportunity for practice in public speaking and de- 
bate. As a social organization it will promote friendly 
intercourse among the members of the freshmen class, 
and will further the growth of a true college spirit. 

On November fifteenth the following officers were 
installed by Miss Austin: Martha Logan, President; 
Opal Morgan, Secretary; Thelma Pires, Treasurer; 
Dorothy Dieman, Sergeant-at-Arms ; Gwendolyn Shroy- 
er, chorister; Christine Cotner, pianist; Eleanor 
Dowd, reporter; Lovisa Weaver, chaplain. 

The whole society is divided into two large com- 
mittees with Winifred Potter as chairman of one, and 
Charlotte Rogers as chairman of the other. These com- 
mittees compete in trying to put on the best programs. 
An interesting feature of the last two meetings has 
been an extemporaneous talk on the Disarmament Con- 

The first chapter of the Alpha Pi Delta original 
story was written for the meeting of November, 28th 
by Helen Rose. A new chapter of the serial will be 


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written for each meeting by different members of the 

Later on we shall take up the study of plays and 
will probably give several. A talk on the modern drama 
will be given by Miss Powell on December sixth. 

The society will hold its semi-formal dance on 
December third and a banquet is being planned for 
sometime after the Christmas holidays. 

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V. I. A— Chapel or Study Period? 

As I look around me during chapel hour in the 
morning, I feel the way Thomas More must have felt 
when he wrote his Utopia. 

There are several who feel the way yours truly 
does, and as you read these lines, remember that they 
are not written for the sake of filling space, but for 
the sake of bettering something which gets worse daily ; 
since we do not know any better we have to be told, 
so here goes. 

Chapel nowadays has a tint of study hall. As one 
looks down the row one sees : chemistry texts, algebra 
texts, French texts, (heaps of those!) not to say any- 
thing of note-books and special delivery letters! 

Can't we be conscientious and put aside our texts 
when we are singing praises to our Maker? When 
someone is talking to Him in our behalf ? I wonder how 
many of us realize that some of us act worse than 
heathen ? If one does not care or believe in such things 
why not be reverent, just the same for the sake of the 
one who does? 

Carelessness is the mother of a very, very large 
black family ! Let us be careful lest it should germinate 
in us, and thus give rise to vices and bad habits which 
will make us lose even our self respect. Think, and then 


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decide whom you are hurting by studying or doing any 
other improper thing when you should be letting God 
lend you a hand ; when you should be praising, asking 
for strength, searching for help, expecting blessings. 
If there is nothing wrong with your thinking, you will 
soon arrive at a very definite conclusion, and you will 
make up your mind to look after that spiritual self of 
yours, which, by the looks of things, needs attention. 

Leave your books behind! If you feel that you 
must spend that half an hour on your French, sit on 
it and you have solved the problem! 

We are too old, I think to have rules set for us in 
order to behave ourselves. We already have some that 
could be avoided by a little bit more of common sense, 
of sense of duty, of faithfulness, of respect to others 
and ourselves, of thoughtfulness and care. 

So, let's avoid one rule which should make any 
true, real I. W. C. girl ashamed to have in her brown 
book: "All students are required not to take books to 
chapel." That would be the limit of limits, wouldn't 
it? Woof! — By a Campus Scout. 
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Music Notes 

The Annual Christmas Vesper Service will be heM 
Sunday afternoon, Dec. 18. An attractive program of 
Christmas music has been arranged and the Glee Ci;ib 
will sing a number of the Old English Christmas caroLr 

Our music faculty is to be widely scattered during 
the Christmas vacation, as Miss Olga Sapio is to be in 
New York with her family, and Miss Louise Miller will 
be at her home in St. Joseph, Mo. Miss Belle Mehus will 
spend the holidays at home in Chicago and Miss Flor- 
ence Kirby, who will also be at home in Chicago, will 
give a piano recital at the South Bend Conservatory of 
Music at South Bend, Indiana. 


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The Disarmament Conference. 

A call to the girls of I. W. C. ! Here we all are, 
as busy as busy as can be with our books and duties, 
letting the outside world pass by without our know- 
ledge of what it is doing or saying. But is it right? 
Are we real college women when we do this ? 

We are always saying, "Well, what can we do?" 
Here is our opportunity. In our country right now 
there is going on one of the greatest things the world 
has ever known — a conference to discuss limitation of 
armaments which, if it succeeds means future world 
peace, and if it fails means the return of man to tooth 
and claw to settle his disputes, and to the burdens of 
heavy taxation 

There are two college organizations which are at- 
tempting to reach the colleges of America and gain 
their co-operation in extending to the powers at Wash- 
ington their sentiments regarding these questions and 
to encourage all students to prepare themselves 
through study to participate in the affairs of the world. 
The one of these organizations is the Inter-collegiate 
Liberal League, (with headquarters at 34 Dunster 
Street, Cambridge, Mass.), began at Harvard in a two- 
day convention April 2nd, and 3rd, 1921, and composed 
of some faculty and alumni members, but largely of 
undergraduates. Its aim is thus stated: 

"To bring about a fair and open-minded ^ 
consideration of social, industrial, political and 
international questions by groups of college 
students. The organization will espouse no 
creed or principle other than that of freedom 
of assembly and discussion in the colleges. 
Its ultimate aim will be to create among col- 
lege men and women an intelligent interest in 
the problems of the day." 

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Then there is the more specific organization named 
the "National Student Committee for the Limitation of 
Armamaments." (2929 Broadway, New York City), 
whose purpose it is "To stimulate among college stu- 
dents an interest in the issues confronting the Wash- 
ington Conference ; and to mobilize and make articulate 
student sentiment thereto." It has made resolutions 
which have been sent to the President of the United 
States, the Secretary of State, and to all colleges and 
universities. They are signed by representatives from 
the University of Michigan, McKendree College, Uni- 
versity of Chicago, Wesleyan University, and Oberlin 

Now the question is — do we want these steps to 
be taken in organization of colleges for the purpose of 
supporting momentous movements such as the present 
conference without the name of our college as one ? We 
want the women of I. W. C. to show their patriotism by 
some action along this line, don't we? Think about it 
and ask for it if you decide you want it. 

But in order that we may get an idea of this 
Disarmament Conference now being held at Wash- 
ington, suppose we take a bird's eye view of it. For 
what purpose was it called? What nations are pres- 
ent? Who are their representatives? What questions 
are they to discuss? And finally, what is the signifi- 
cance of the whole affair? 

Let us consider the occasion for the calling of the 
conference. We might state four immediate reasons 
which urge action. In the first place the taxes for 
armament programs were simply driving all nations 
to bankruptcy. The statistics in regard to this have 
already been presented to you. Then the dangers of 
future wars was fought with powerful, cruel navies 
and dread submarines, to say nothing of the airplanes, 


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are becoming more realistic and terrorizing to the 
people of today. They are looking ahead to the future. 
Thirdly, in the last national political campaign the 
Republicans in their platform agreed to do something 
along the line of forming some association of nations 
to bring about world peace, and shortly after the/ 
came to power President Harding was empowered by 
the Borah Resolution in the Senate to call a conference 
of England, Japan, and the United States, because they 
were the three great naval powers of the world, for 
stopping tremendous navy building (thus avoiding fu- 
ture wars)' and lessening taxation. 

So when time came to issue invitations to the 
Conference, England, Japan, and the United States 
formed the nucleus. Then Italy and France were add- 
ed since they were the allies in the Great War, and 
because they had interests in Africa and China 
respectively. Then four other countries vitally in- 
terested in the settling of the questions of the Pacific 
were invited: Holland, because of her islands in the 
Pacific ; Portagul because of her colonial possessions in 
South East Asia and the danger of the loss of her life 
in case of another war ; Belgium, because of her asso- 
ciation in the World War; and lastly China, whose 
question is the crux of the whole affair, and whose life 
is entirely at stake. 

Through the selection of their representatives the 
attitude of the nations toward this question of arma- 
ment limitation is clearly shown. Their respect and in- 
terest is evidenced by the characters of the positions of 
the men they sent as delegates. They are their best 
equipped men who represent the best in their countries 
along three distinct lines. First of all, there is the man 
representing the national interests. For example we 
have Lloyd George; Prime Minister of England, and 


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Arist de Briand, Premier of France. Then we have the 
type of man who is looking out for the people them- 
selves — as. Rene Viviani of France, and Mr. Lodge of 
the United States. And finally we find the leading men 
of the navies present — Admiral Kato, Minister of f-'e 
Japanese navy, and Lord Lee, England's highest naval 
officer. What more could we ask then,in delegates ? Does 
not this personnel speak for itself? 

Now, having gathered our countries with their re- 
presentatives, what are the questions to be discussed ? 
Primarily the limitation of armament—not disarmament 
but armament limitation. The question of China,its Par- 
titions and its Open Door is of inestimable importance, 
and includes the Japanese question of expansion. And 
then there are Germany's former colonies in the Paci- 
fic, the Mandates, which must be considered. 

America had a very definite plan for the reduction 
of armament which Mr. Hughes, the American host and 
chairman of the conference, presented during the first 
day of the conference. This plan provides: (1) for a 
ten year naval holiday; and (2) for the reduction of 
present navies, of vessels both actually launched and 
in construction, with the United States making the 
greatest reduction of any nation. 

This is a very brief outline of the points to be dis- 
cussed and only suggests numerous others which are 
included by them.,, But perhaps it will serve as a guide 
to a detailed investigation of the subject. The ques- 
tions of the East are particularly interesting. The 
study of China's precarious position and the question 
of her Open-Door is revealing and astonishing. 

But after taking this hasty resume of the primary 
facts concerning the conference, what does it come to 
mean to us? It means vastly more than the material 
destruction of huge, costly vessels or the satisfactory 
solution of the difficulties of the Pacific. Yes — a great 


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deal more. It means real brotherhood. Especially 
should we be proud of our United States for she has 
shown herself an unselfish, sacrificing nation in taking 
this step. She entered the Great War heart and soul, 
aking no stipulations and came out of it asking no 
recompense. And now she is further proving hejr 
spirit by going one step farther in calling this confer- 
ence and making a supreme sacrifice herself. And may 
these men in Washington through their earnest en- 
deavors usher into our world a new era in world hist- 
ory — an era of genuine Christian brotherhood. 

— AUce Barwise, '24. 

And They Call Them Seniors. 

Be not deceived, Frosh infants, all the conversation 
at the Senior table drippeth not with wisdom, nor shin- 
es it like the star, as you have been led to believe. Solo- 
mon in all his glory you remember said that wisdom 
proceedeth out of the mouths of babes. Not word did 
he say about its coming from the mouth of a Senior. 
So don't you fool yourselves, my dears, altho those 
Seniors may look as if they were discussing the advisi 
biilty of preventing foreigners from entering our 
country, or the hypothesis of phenomena, they are in 
reality discussing what refreshments they will serve 
at the Senior Prom next spring. Earthly creatures ! 

Neither is their vocabulary renowned for its elo- 
quence or choice. Webster, poor dear, turned over in 
his grave the other night when Mag Merker, endeavor- 
ing to assist in a brilliant discussion of food values, re- 
marked that she was sure spinach contained a great 
many pantomines of nourishment. Hazel Dell doesn't 
lisp, but she has considerable trouble managing even 
a two-syllabled word sometimes, for she said that her 
favorite piece of turkey was the blizzard. 


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We're interested in knowing what Miriam McOmb- 
er reads, for she told us she was giving a soon-to-be 
married chum, a set of Cutex pie pans for Christmas. 

We cannot expect the Seniors to speak always as 
sages and oracles and we all of us make mistakes. But 
they do have fun over at that table. Lunch and dinner 
are merry with gossip, and what news hasn't a founda- 
tion, is promptly supplied with a f icitious one. Ada Mar- 
garet at lunch the other day told a long exciting tale 
about something that happened; but just as she reach- 
ed the most breathless part, she turned to Jennie Lacy 
and said in a perplexed tone, "I didn't make that up, 
did I Jennie?" 

Still, we do have a few redeeming qualities. Maggie 
now is our modest Senior. She is so afraid someone is 
going to report her cleverness to the public that the 
other day hearing some one begin, "Margaret said, "she 
interrupted anxiously, "Don't tell it! what is it? You 
musn't tell that, Harriett! what one was it you were 
going to tell?" 

No, freshman friends the Seniors are often flippant, 
frivolous and foolish. Miss Johnston's ambition, how- 
ever, is to lead them into paths of sobriety and sagaci- 
ousness, and to do this, she creates elevating poetry to 
them during the dinner hour. One little poem is being 
learned this week. You see the Seniors really are anx- 
ious to become as intellectual as they look. Well this 
poem is an appetizing sonnet about a worm, down by 
the curbstone that squirmed and squirmed. Ask Miss 
Johnston for a copy, read it, learn it, and you will be 
reminded of it every time spaghetti is served for lunch. 

M. M. '22. 


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Thanksgiving Day brought back an unusually 
large number of old students this year. Miriam Sipfle, 
Huldah Harmel, Gertrude Wilson, Florence Madden, 
Lorene Smith, Mary Miller, Joye Webb, Beth Pollock, 
Vera Wardner, Hazel Logan, Lora Whitehead, Edna 
Broeker, Mildred Owens, Margaret McCray, Mildred 
Keys, Maude Craigmiles, Lois Broadstone, Anna Ward, 
Mildred Wilson, Norma Perbix, Mabel Laughlin and 
Mabel Osborne were all guests over the week-end. 

With so many old students back, we are able to 
gather up a goodly number of interesting bits about 
the alumnae. 

Mildred West is teaching Latin in Bethany Col- 
lege, Topeka, Kansas. The Phi Epsilon Classical Club 
recently presented "Perseus and Andromeda" under 
her direction. 

Harriet Walker was a recent week-end visitor at 
the college. Sunday evening, November 20, she gave a 
delightful fireside talk, telling of her trip to Japan two 
years ago to the International Sunday School Confer- 
ence. She is now County Secretary of the Sunday School 
Association of Joplin, Missouri. 

Irene Crum is teaching English in the Ogden 
(Utah) High School. 


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Helen Dinsmore is teaching at Bluffs, Illinois. 
Josephine Ross is the Home Economics instructor 
in the Jacksonville High School. 


Irene Merrill is teaching history in the Jack- 
sonville High School. 


Mabel Pawling attended the summer session 
of Columbia University this summer, studying Latin. 

Norma Perbix is teaching in the high school at 
Bluffs, Illinois. 

Romaine Loar (ex. '17) is working with the Alpha 
Phi sorority in New York. 


Marie Towle worked with the Van Briggle Pot- 
tery Co. in Colorado Springs this summer. She is still 
in Colorado. 

Lora Whitehead and Olive Gerrick attended the 
Summer Session at Columbia University. 

The engagement is announced of Vivian Keplinger 
and Wayne B. Nottingham. 

Marceline Armstrong is teaching in Estanica, New 
Mexico. She writes — "The longer one stays in the West, 
the better in like it. I'm in a wee little town, but some- 
how I don't seem to miss the city. I go out horse-back 
riding a good deal. Five of us rode out to the salt lakes 
— over twelve miles away, last Sunday. That isn't so 
bad for a tenderfoot, is it ? And then there are always 
the mountains where we go on picnics. It's perfectly 
glorious to sit around an immense fire of cedar logs and 
sing or watch the moon rise". 

Maude Strubinger ex. '18 is teaching at Divemon, 


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Mabel Osborne ex. *18 is teaching Domestic Science 
at Robinson, Illinois. 


Eleanor Sherrell and Louise Reed were both 
studying at Columbia University this summer. 

Helen Irwin is an office secretary in the Chase and 
Sanburn Coffee Co. of Chicago. 

Alta Marie Miller is teaching history and zoology 
in the Kansas City High School. 

Ruby Baxter is teaching in the Danville High 

Grace Hasenstab is still the Social Service Field 
Worker of the School for the Deaf. 

Alice Haines is doing social service work in con- 
nection with the United Charities of Chicago. 

Mabel Laughlin ex. '19 is teaching English in the 
high school at Collinsville, Illinois. 


Marie Iliff is the director of physical education 
in the Hoopeston High School. 

Florence Madden is on the faculty of the Jackson- 
ville High School. 

Miriam Sipfle is teaching history in the Pekin High 

Lucille Bolton is teaching at Ashley, 111. 

Ruth Harker Hunt has been critically for some 
weeks with typhoid fever, but she is now slowly improv- 

Vinitia Miller ex. '22 is teaching the first and sec- 
ond grades at Witt, Illinois. 

Will all the alumnae who have changed their ad- 
dress since 1918 please send the new address to the 
office ? A new directory is being made, and will soon be 


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What We and Other Colleges are Doing. 

Three thousand alumni of Syracuse University as- 
sembled last Friday and Saturday at Syracuse to for- 
mally open the campaign for a million and one half 
emergency fund for the university. It is the intention 
to raise the entire amount before the end of November, 
and several of the State organizations have already 
gone over the top with their quotas. 

One third of the total amount will be raised by the 
alumni, one third by the Methodist Church, and one 
third by the City of Syracuse. Among the prominent 
alumni and co-operators is Gov. Nathan L. Miller of the 
state of New York. 

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The Freshmen alone at the University of Illinois 
have pledged $300,000 to the Illini stadium building 
fund. The total student subscription amount now 
stands $1,000,000. The estimated price of the finish- 
ed stadium is $2,500,000. A nation-wide campaign 
among the University alumni began Nov. 1 and there 
is no doubt that the total amount will be reached. 
I >iiuii< > 

The late Dr. William Fletcher King, former presi- 
dent emeritus of Cornell who died Oct. 23, bequeathed 
his entire property — estimated at $200,000 to the col- 

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As you already know Vassar has plunged into a 
salary endowment-fund campaign. One of their most 
unusual gifts was $25.00 from a Plumbers Union ! ! The 
money was given out of sympathy after the plumbers 
had investigated the teacher's salaries there. 

Prof. Mildred Thompson of Vassar (American 
History) made an address the other day in the Univer- 


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sity Club there, in regard to their $,3000,000 campaign 
lately begun. She said, in part: 

"It is not fear of losing the old Vassar faculty that 
we are beginning this campaign. Unless the finances are 
bolstered, however, we cannot hope to be able to pro- 
cure new teachers of merit." Prof. Thompson pointed 
out the possibilities of advancement Vassar might 
take if properly financed, the handicaps that might 
come from lack of adequate resources. In advising the 
young women how to go about soliciting she said — 
"Hold your heads high ! You are working for Vassar !" 

May we not say too, then — "Heads up girls. We're 
working for I. W. C. !" 

A message from President Harding to the Vassar 
girls reads as follows — "My sister, a former Vassar 
student, has called my attention to your salary endow- 
ment fund campaign, and I want to express my inter- 
est and hopes for its success." 

The Executive Committee appointed by the Illin- 
ois and Central Illinois Conferences to make all plans 
for the great financial campaign to raise $5,750,000 for 
the educational institutions of the Conferences, of 
which the Illinois Woman's College is to receive 
$1,000,000 has had two meetings, one in Chicago in 
October, and one at Detroit November 18. It is pro- 
posed to select a general campaign committee of seven- 
ty-six members, including the Bishop, District Super- 
intendents, and representatives from the colleges and 
from all the districts of the two Conferences. This com- 
mittee is to meet again the last week in December and 
is to have another meeting the first week in January. 
The campaign will be pushed rapidly forward. Head- 
quarters will be provided in Springfield and in Peoria. 
Lists of names are now being prepared by each institu- 


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tion, and all friends of each institution are now being 
urged to get ready to make this movement a success. 
The friends of the Illinois Woman's College will not be 
found wanting. 

Seraphina — Her Book 

Monday: — 

It will be my idea of heaven to sleep until noon 
every day — honest it will! I only have four classes 
and gym. tomorrow, so 1 thought I'd sleep most of our 
weekly holiday. But speaking of selfishness! Those 
girls on my corridor are perfect beasts. Some of them 
must have been up before nine — talking and slamming 
doors. Katherine was up to work out our English Rhet. 
debate before ten! And Peg poked her head in once 
to ask for her French sentences, and I had to get up 
and dig those out for her. Some girls haven't the 
slightest conception of consideration, have they? 
Tuesday : — 

I always thought that America was the land of 
liberty and the home of the free (that doesn't sound 
quite right, but you know what I mean.) Well, anyway 
it's not — in the Woman's College. I happened to know 
that prelude that Mr. Pearson played this morning in 
chapel, so I whistled it with variations. I have quite an 
ear for music, too — it sounded awfully nice. But I wish 
you'd have seen one of those Seniors frown at me ! She 
shook her head and said "shh" with her finger 
to her lip. It's plain to be seen she has no appreciation 
of the higher arts. I have a soul that craves liberty — 
she couldn't understand the yearning I had to hear my- 
self whistle. Aren't Seniors unreasonable? 
Wednesday — 

Things have come to a pretty pass when you can't 
be trusted about a personal matter like handkerchiefs. 


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I was in Lab. the other day "bakig sub caustic rebarks 
about by cold" to Evelyn, when with a horrified expres- 
sion, she reached over and grabbed the handkerchief 
right out of my hand. "Would you mind explaining just 
what you are doing with my sweetest green-checked 
handkerchief?" she asked. I replied as dignifiedly as I 
could through my nose that indeed it wasn't hers, that 
I wished she wouldn't be so hasty in her conclusions, 
and that besides I was going to need it immediately on 
account of having to sneeze. She provided me with an 
old white one from her sweater pocket, and continued 
to be disagreeable. She discovered her initials in the 
corner of the green-checks and fairly gloated over it. 
I still consider it quite indelicate of her to mention it, 
don't you ? 
Thursday — 

My roommate is awfully provoked at me this morn- 
ing. Last night I raised the window clear up and forgot 
to move Matilda Persephone Maude, her little fern, and 
it froze to death. But she needn't be so peevish about 
it — I'm convinced it's not my fault. I've just been read- 
ing Ibsen's "Ghosts" — it's about heredity, you know — 
and now I remember that both my grandmothers had 
remarkably poor memory. I'm the victim of an un- 
happy circumstance — that's all! 
Friday — 

Certainly squelched the Proctor — she can't boss me 
any more. She came in to tell me to put out my light 
about 11:05 last night. It made me mad — at home I 
can burn my light all night if I want to — and mother 
doesn't know it. Well, I gave her one look from head to 
heel — must have made her feel like two cents — I have 
dreadfully expressive eyes! She didn't seem to notice 
it,, but I could tell it was pretense all the time. But I 
turned out my light though — I was really very tired 


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Saturday — 

Cleaned the room, and swept all the dirt under my 
roommate's bed. I'm afraid she won't like it much 
because that's where she keeps her suit-case with her 
evening dress and silver pumps. But the doctor says 
I have a weak heart,and I was sure I felt an attack com- 
ing on, before I finished. I can't help it because I'm 
naturally delicate, can I? 

Bluffing is an art inherent in a few people, acquir- 
ed by some people, and lacking in others. 

In the people of the first class it is more polished 
and more deeply concealed. It can only be detected by 
those who are well versed in the ways and actions of 
students, and perhaps — I merely mention it — can only 
be detected by those who have practiced the art them- 

Skill in this art may be acquired by those who do 
not possess it. The progress depends upon the stud- 
ent, and to those of nimble wits it comes speedily. 
Those people who possess this acquired skill have, after 
practice, an art very polished and they may obtain the 
desired results with little difficulty. 

For those who belong to the latter class there is, 
I fear, nothing in store but toilsome work. Since they 
possess none of those qualities by which they may im- 
press others with a wealth of knowledge that they do 
not really have, they must pay the price with hard 

The people of these different classes find favor 
with different types of people. Some approve openly 
and admire the person who can bluff, others merely 
countenance it, and still others are decidedly against it. 
At all events, it must be admitted that it takes a per- 
son with brains to bluff and to do it successfully. 

— E. C, '23. 

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The Seniors want the Freshmen to understand that they are 
not subject to reprimand when they appear on the square sans 
chapeau — it is being done this year by the most dignified. Pro- 
vided that Spieth's Studio is the destination of the hatless. 



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The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 


Marlowe as the Voice of the Elizabethan Age 75 

Sand Dunes 81 

Editorial 82 

Art Notes 83 

In the Realm of Endowment 84 

Memories of Vacation 85 

Alumnae 89 

Hendecasyllables 80 

College of Music 91 

From Seraphina 92 

Sunday Morning 94 

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Marlowe as the Voice of the Elizabethan Age. 

The reign of Queen Elizabeth is perhaps one of the 
most glorious and stimulating in English history. Es- 
pecially in the last decade of the sixteenth century do 
we find the climax of all her glorious achievements. Po- 
htically England had been raised to a position of first 
rank among the European nations. Philip of Spain had 
sent against England his powerful Armada in 1588 and 
after the destruction of that powerful fleet, England 
gained more importance among the European nations. 
The English ships sailed into every ocean, explored for- 
eign countries, began their extensive colonization plan, 
and grew into a nation to be considered in the future 
by European nations. Henry VII and Henry VIII had 
done much to develop the common people, and under 
Elizabeth their power materially increased. The nobility 
still maintained its power and magnificence, but to- 
wards the close of Elizabeth's reign the middle classes 
in the House of Commons began to assert themselves, 
and the long struggle between the monarch and par- 
liament began. 

The characteristics of the English people as a 
whole had much to do with the general trend of the 
development that went on. With the destruction of the 
Armada, national pride was awakened, and a new in- 
terest in English history was everywhere shown. The 
internal peace that was continually maintained increas- 
ed the material prosperity. The people lived in better 
style and their houses were no longer the military look- 
ing castles. Their spirit was changed — the element of 
insatiable curiosity entered into their lives, they were 
supplied with new energy, and education was not con- 
fined merely to the nobility. Young men of all classes 
traveled extensively on the continent. In this last de- 


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cade of the century much more refinement had entered 
society than had been there formerly, and yet the cus- 
toms of the people were full of strange contrasts — they 
constantly dressed in gorgeous satins and velvets, wore 
dazzling jewels, and yet their houses were dirty and 
bare and they knew little of the comforts of home life. 

The period of Elizabeth's reign had been one of 
transition and conflict intellectually. The old school of 
classical thinking had met in conflict with the new 
romantic school of thinking and the result was a "stim- 
ulating confusion." People began to think for them- 
selves — it was an "age of creative energy." 

Out of all this stimulation and energy grew Eliza- 
bethan literature, and in the last decade of the century 
came the more perfect development of the drama. As 
in all other lines of thinking and writing, classical 
standards were largely abandoned. The drama became 
purely English and the common people as well as the 
nobility came to have a part in it. It is significant that 
the majority of the successful playwrights of the day 
came from the middle classes. Kyd, Nash, Peele, Greene, 
Lyly and Marlowe are among the most famous that 
have survived, and there were countless minor drama- 
tists who were popular at the time but whose plays 
are no longer extant. The drama during this period is 
more important than any other form of literature — the 
queen encouraged it (her love of splendor and display 
found satisfaction in the gorgeous spectacles that were 
essentially lovers of action. From the simple beginning 
as part of the church ritual, the drama had grown in- 
to a complex affair, arranged with acts and scenes and 
well defined characters, and more or less intricacy of 
plot. A court office was created to take charge of court 
performances with the Lord of Misrule as the chief 
officer. Professional companies grew up, not only at 


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court but all over England, Some companies were com- 
posed of children — the Boy Actors from St. Paul's 
School, and also from Windsor — and adult companies — 
some traveling and others remaining the whole season 
in London. Theatres were being built and daily perform- 
ances were given. 

It was into an England keyed up to a high pitch 
of enthusiasm over the drama that Christopher Mar- 
lowe came. He is perhaps the one man in this prepara- 
tory period who rose above the level. Marlowe was born 
in 1564 of a humble family in Canterbury. He received 
a complete education in the local grammar school and 
then attended Corpus Christi College at Cambridge 
where he took his B. A. and M. A. degrees. After his 
graduation, at the age of twenty-three, he went to Lon- 
don, where he was practically lost among the many 
playwrights of the day. He continued his writings, 
however, and in about five and a half years produced 
four dramas of a "power, a fervor, and a passion hith- 
erto unknown to the Elizabethan stage." Marlowe was 
killed in 1593 at the age of twenty-nine, presumably in 
a tavern brawl. He was impetuous, immoderate, rash 
in words, actions and ideas, — a true product of the 
Elizabethan age. In order to cater to the public taste, 
he had merely to follow his own taste. The Elizabethan 
public demanded tragical and bloody scenes in their 
dramas — such things were met with in every day life, 
and naturally they demanded even more tragical sights 
on the stage. Marlowe in both "Tamburlaine" and the 
"Jew of Malta" satisfied this desire. In "Dr. Faustus" 
he gave them the supernatural elements, the weird and 
fantastic apparations, relieved with some elements of 
comedy. "Edward 11" was his contribution to the many 
English chronicle plays, and, although it was not pop- 
ular because the general tone was too restrained for 


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the tastes of the Elizabethans, it abounds in the nation- 
al pride and the historic subject matter so popular at 
the time. 

Perhaps no drama is so characteristic of Mar- 
lowe as is "Tamburlaine". Tamburlaine is a Scythian 
shepherd who through numberless exploits and ad- 
ventures conquers all of Asia, but in the end is struck 
down by a fever. It is avowedly a "one-man" drama. 
Throughout the ten acts all attention is constantly con- 
centrated on the deeds of Tamburlaine, the great. The 
best passages are the long speeches of Tamburlaine in 
mighty resounding blank-verse. Tamburlaine is fired 
with the high ambitions, the boundless energy, and the 
love of power that characterized Marlowe and the Eliz- 
abethans generally. They would naturally crowd to see 
a play that so closely reflected their feelings even in a 
greatly magnified manner. His measureless ambition 
is expressed — 

"Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend 
The wondrous architecture of the world, 
And measure every wandering planets course, 
Still climbing after knowledge infinite. 
And always moving as the restless spheres '| 

Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, 
Until we reach the ripest fruit of all. 
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, < 

The sweet fruition of an earthly crown." 
Nothing is too violent and horrible to be portrayed — 
Bajazeth beats out his brains against the cage in which 
Tamburlaine has imprisoned him ; Tamburlaine appears 
on the stage in a chariot drawn by conquered princes, 
lashing them with whips and commanding: 
"Holla, ye pampered jades of Asia! 
What ! can ye draw but twenty miles a day, 


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And have so proud a chariot at your heels 
And such a coachman as great Tamburlaine ? 

He * * * * 

Draw my chariot swifter than the racking clouds ; 
If not, then die like beasts, and fit for naught 
But perches for the black and fatal ravens." 
That is Tamburlaine glorying in his power over the 
world, but in a short time he again enters drawn by 
the same princes, desperately bewailing: 

"What daring god torments my body thus 
And seeks to conquer mighty Tamburlaine?" 
And after a short but desperate defiance : 

"Farewell, my boys ! my dearest friends, farewell ; 
My body feels, my soul doth weep to see 
Your sweet desires deprived of my company, 
For Tamburlaine, the scourge of God must die." 
And all connected with mighty Tamburlaine is ended. 
The insatiable greed of Tamburlaine for political pow- 
er is the main theme, and after the heaping up of de- 
tails, the final note is that a "man shall reap what he 

The same is true of "Dr. Faustus". Faustus is the 
Christian who sells his soul to the devil. The same gen- 
eral system is followed as in Tamburlaine. Faustus is 
possessed with desire for knowledge of the unknown, 
and makes a bargain with the devil selling his soul in 
order to gain his end. His experiences in using the 
knowledge are told in detail and his last hours are 
dramatically portrayed — the inevitability of the end 
making them more tragic — until Lucifer appears to 
carry Faustus bodily off the stage. 

In "The Jew of Malta" the same general plan is 
followed — an accumulation of crimes, fearful revenges, 
bloody conspiracies. The principal character, Barabas, 
commits evil for its own sake. 


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"As for myself, I walk abroad o' nights, 
And kill sick people groaning under walls; 
Sometimes I go about and poison wells ; 
And now and then to cherish Christian thieves, 
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I am content to lose some of my crowns, 

That I may, walking in my gallery, y 

See 'em go pionioned along by my door." 

He has no thought but of himself. The radical in- 
tinct seems entirely lacking in his make-up — he is 
willing to betray all other Jews, and even his own 
daughter to save his own life. He consistently main- 
tains his racial pride throughout, however. At the 
close, there is again the final note of death — Barabas 
falls into a caldron of boiling oil prepared for his 
enemy. His insatiable greed for money and revenge 
brings him to his end. 

In these three dramas Marlowe has given some- 
thing more powerful and universal than was ever be- 
fore given upon the Elizabethan stage. 

"Edward H" stands apart as the most artistically 
constructed of his plays. "It is the first well-conceived 
and solidly built tragedy in English literature." No 
vulgar means of pleasing the public are used, and it is 
for this reason perhaps that is was the least popular. 
In confining himself to the restraints laid upon him by 
the restrictions of history, he has kept from indulging 
in long dramatic monologues, and he himself is more 
detached from the play. He attempts to break away 
from the one-man drama, and presents three characters 
of almost equal importance. The intriguing of Morti- 
mer against Edward II and his friends, Gaveston, aid- 
ed by the queen, leads to the final overthrow of Edward 
and the death of Gaveston. Edward II abdicates, after 



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much debating with himself and many near-surrenders 
of his crown, ending in final complete surrender. 

"And now sweet God of heaven, 

Make me despise this transitory pomp, 

And sit for aye enthroned in heaven ! 

Come death and with thy fingers close my eyes, 

Or if I live, let me forget myself." 

The King is imprisoned, tortured, and finally mur- 

In all these four dramas, Marlowe is putting him- 
self, his ambitions, his love of limitless power and his 
gigantic conceptions into action. Marlowe himself ex- 
pressed the thoughts of the last decade of the century, 
and he put himself into his dramas, so that in them are 
mirrored the thoughts and ideals of Elizabethan Eng- 
land.— H. A. D. '22. 

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By Katherine Yanseck, '22 
Majestic, towering hills of sand. 
Like silent sentinels they stand. 
Guarding over all. 

Once they looked on Indian warriors 
Creeping o'er the smooth white plain. 
Now they gaze on man-built cities 
That wonders of the world contain. 

Then they guarded all about them ; 
Everything was their domain. 
Nought is left them but the waters. 
O'er their kingdom men now reign. 

Majestic, towering hills of sand. 
Like lonely spectres now they stand. 
Mourning o'er it all. 

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Vol. ^^^V.p3 Jacksonville, 111., Jan. 1922 No. 4. 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 



There is always a certain very definite fascination 
to be found in new things. The pleasure we derive from 
old things is in a large measure due to glad memories 
of the past. We have our happy memories of 1921 — and 
some perhaps that are not so pleasant. The year is past, 
however, and we are facing the wide sweep of a new 
year — 1922. Three hundred and sixty-five days which 
are absolutely unexplored territory- We can't be sure 
just what is going to happen, but there is a long space 
of time into which we can crovv^d a good deal of joy. We 
will make new friends — and what satisfying experience 
that always is — and we will find a wealth of happiness 
in our associations with our old friends. 

And don't you feel that there is a very definite 
challenge to you when you think of that long stretch to 
be covered before the cunning expectant little new year 
grows up? He smiles at you in an alluring manner 
and beckons you to foHow him and help him explore the 
future, and find there happiness. But he also wants you 
to understand that the new year is not one round of 
sheer merry-making. There is going to be much that 
is difficult and some of your pleasure will be the kind 
that comes from a knowledge of a hard task done— and 
well done- Little 1922 doesi:'.'t want you to keep looking 
backward — he wants you to keep going on and on, 


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straight ahead, conquering every difficulty that you 

come to. When you have grown a year older, and he will 

be ready to turn you over to the care of 1923, you can 

say to each other, "Good-bye, we've had a splendid time 


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Art Notes. 

Miss Knopf 'received word this week that one of 
her pictures "The Mountains, Colorado" had been ac- 
cepted by the jury and was included in the Eighth Ex- 
hibition of Contemporary American Oil Paintings at 
the Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington, D. C. 

The exhibition opened with a brilliant reception 
Saturday night December 17th and continues until 
January 22nd. Since it is held only every two years and 
the Clark avv^ards are one of its strong features, it at- 
tracts wide publicity and is regarded as one of the most 
important art events of the year. Miss Knopf is hon- 
ored in having her painting in the exhibition and is to 
be congratulated on her increasing success. 

During the holidays Miss Knopf received the fol- 
lowing letter which will be of interest to faculty and 

The Buffalo Fine Arts Academy, 
Albright Art Gallery, 
Buffalo, N. Y., Dec. 19, 1921. 
Dear Miss Knopf :- 

I have just seen your beautiful painting entitled, 
"The Mountains; Colorado" now on exhibition at the 
Corcoran Gallery, Washington, D. C. and am writing 
you at once on behalf of the Buffalo Fine Arts Academy 
to ask if you will do me the great favor of allowing me 
to exhibit it in the Sixteenth Annual Exhibition of 100 
Selected Paintings by American Artists at the Albright 
Art Gallery from April 8th to June 12th, 1922. 


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Trusting to hear favorably from you by return 
mail, I am, 

Always most sincerely yours, 

C. B. I. Quinton, 
Director of Fine Arts Academy 

Art Museum 
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In the Realm of Endowment. 

Dr. Harker says, "This 1922 must be the greatest 
year in all the history of L W- C. In this beginning 1922 
we must raise $750,000. The accomplishment of that 
task is the most glorious thing that can come to us." 

The initial steps for the million doUar fund at 
Indiana U. were taken a short time ago when the Aca- 
cia and Beta Theta Pi fraternities there pledged $1000 
each. These pledges are to be paid at the rate of 
$200 a year for five years. One frat has agreed to cut 
one house dance from their schedule for each of the 
next five years, and also to dispense with favors at aU 
formals. Both these pledges were made in addition to 
the individual gifts which the members will make when 
personal pledges are solicited later on. 

The following is from "The Indiana Alumnus." It 
speaks for itself, and the same is true of I. W. C. and 
I. W- C. girls. 

"There is a moral obligation resting upon the 
shoulders of everyone who has ever studied in I. U. 
halls, to do something, no matter how small the gift." 

Did you know that Smith College has just complet- 
ed a very successful campaign for her desired 

Illinois Woman's College must not lose her place in 
the sun !— L. E. Vick '24. 


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Vacation was the subject talked of from Thanks- 
giving on. No matter what the topic of conversation 
was it would always turn to Christmas vacation. 

Everyone wanted time tables, all were anxious to 
know just what time they would leave and what time 
they would get home. When the agents came to sell 
tickets there was a rush of "young leddies" to talk to 
them at the same time. 

"What time do you go?" 

"3:15 Wednesday." 

"I wish I could leave then but I can't leave until 
noon Thursday." 

"How long does it take you to get home?" 

"Not till eight Thursday night." 

Such was the conversation that went on among the 
girls for the last few days before vacation. 

Classes seemed to move slowly Wednesday and so 
did the trains. Of course it would be expected that the 
trains would be late. Trains do not seem to understand 
how eager girls are to get home. 

The station was so crowded that if one girl want- 
ed to come in, it was necessary for another girl to get 


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The different trains began to come in and the good- 
byes were said. 

"Hope you have a merry Christmas," 

"Same to you." 

"See you next year" — and the trains were gone. 

Of course we all had a good time. Some not as good 
as they expected, and others better times than they 
ever thought of.— M. C. '25. 

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I slipped into a back pew. I was late, but not too 
late. They had just finished singing the doxology. The 
church seemed so warm after the bitter coldness of the 
outside air that I became drowsy. 

"Christmas morning", I thot dully and glanced 
lazily around me. Here in this church of mine, that 
I hadn't been in for months — not since I had left for 
college in the fall — were all the people I knew, all the 
people that knew me. It sent a pleasant feeling over 
me to be there among them all again. My glance wand- 
ered to the choir. They were just rising. In a few min- 
utes the wonderful music of the Christmas hymn 
swelled out over the congregation. It was marvelous, 
inspiring, yet it only made me sink more deeply into 
this mental lethargy that already I had fallen into. 
They sang again- Then the dear old minister, in a pul- 
pit that seemed miles away, began to preach. His voice 
floated back to me and I caught a word here and a word 
there. I still could hear the music ringing around me 
and I felt miles away. I saw the calm, stilly, hillsides 
above Bethlehem spotted with their little groups of 
sheep and lone shepherds watching them ; I saw, far 
away, yet alv/ays nearer, those wise men with their 
loaded caravan ; and then, the little stable with its pre- 
cious lodgers. It was all so wonderful and yet so 
simple, this first Christmas. Surely this was the Christ- 


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mas spirit. We were getting away from it in giving 
great gifts, in striving each to do a little better. Oh, 
why couldn't we remember it wasn't the gift but the 
spirit that it stood for — like the widow's mite ! It made 
me think how useless was all this rushing madly about 
for weeks before, this worrying for fear of not getting 
everything done, the hoping that the gifts might be 
acceptable— giving far more thot to the thing itself 
than to the spirit behind it. What was it the angels 
said — "Peace on earth, good will to men". It was this 
feeling of good-will toward everyone that symbolized 
Christmas, not the other. 

The minister announced a hymn and with a start 
I realized where I was. As the congregation rose I 
thot how much happier this world would be if it could 
only forget the material part of Christmas and hold 
dear the spirit of peace to carry on thru the years to 
come.— D. D. '25. 

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There was an avvrful jerk which sat me down un- 
ceremoniously in the midst of a conglomeration of suit- 
cases, hat sack, kodak, heavy coat, and that box of 
chocolates bestowed upon me as a parting gift. There 
were half a dozen voices calling, "Good-bye" from the 
platform. Then the train lurched into darkness and I 
realized that Christmas vacation was over. 

After hurriedly arranging my things, I made a 
dive into my bag and brought forth that French book. 
I must study hard every bit of the way; that Vv'ould 
make up for the fact that I hadn't looked at it during 
vacation. But there hadn't been a minute I could. 

'.Pais, fais, fait, faisons, fais — " 

Just two weeks ago tonight I got home, and every- 
one of the old crowd met me except Martha, Bob and 
John. That wonderful oyster supper Charlotte had 
waiting for us ! 


"D^c ColU^e (Breetlngs 

"Faisez — no — faites, faient. — no — font." 

Let's see, what did we do the next night ? Oh, yes, 
we went out on the new hard road in Harry's new Cad, 
and to the second show at the Hip. But the next night, 
John's first night at home, I thought he never wouM 
get there. Oh how spiff y he did look ! He is older, more 
dignified, and serious, but that just makes him all the 
more marvelous. How can I stand it until Easter ! I do 
hope he comes over between semesters. 

"Oh this French — ferai, feras, fera, ferons — " 

Christmas day! I know our house never looked so 
prettty, nor mother never had such a wonderful dinner. 
I never dreamed Dad and Mother would really give me 
everything I asked for — won't the girls be crazy about 
John's picture! 

Next I went over every minute of the time at Cath- 
erine's dinner party, then that night we all went to the 
Illinois for dinner — and Martha's and Florence's an- 
nouncement parties. Of course we all know about Mar- 
tha and Bob, but Florence! I'm crazy to see her man. 
Then those skating parties — I used to think I had a 
good time skating when I was in High but — . 

Eat ! I'll have to diet until summer, I know, to lose 
all I've gained ; but mother always had the most won- 
derful meals. And those nights I spent at home in 
front of the fireplace talking things over with Dad and 
Mother. I wouldn't take a hundred nights with John 
for one of those. Then the night we spent carolling, 
and then last night ! I know I'll never be more happy 
than I was last night- 


Then I realized I was back at I. W. C, no French 
studied nor anything else. Now I must begin to keep 
my New Years resolution, but who couldn't keep any 
resolution after such a vacation — E. W. P. '24. 


Z3^e Collect (bxi-tHn^s 

73. Mrs. Belle Short Lambert left December 12 
to spend the winter in Tucsorm with her daughter 

'97. Annie Henrichsen is working as a Field Rep- 
resentative of the Red Cross with headquarters in Chi- 

'05. Susan Rebhan is Field Secretary for the City 
Association of the Ohio and West Virginia Field. 

'09. Helen Lambert Tillim is living in Tucarm, 
Arizona where her husband, Major John C. F. Tillim, 
Jr. is professor of Military Training and Tactics at the 
University of Arizona. 

'15. Fjeril Hess is circulation manager for the Post- 
Continuation Committee of the National Y. W. C. A. 

'15. Louise Hughes is studying music at the Dam- 
roch School in New York City. 

'17. Elizabeth Brewer is principal of the High 
School in Illiopolis, 111. 

ex '22. Helen Adams Shoemaker died in Denver 
Colorado, December 17. 

ex '23. Edna Boeker and Rev- Edwin Bernthal 
were married January 1 at Edwardsville, Illinois. They 
are living in Detroit, Michigan. 

ex '23. A son was recently born to Mr. and Mrs. 
Matelock of Denver, Colorado. Mrs. Matelock was Julia 


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ex '25. Helen Ried and Mr- Kirk Hawthorne were 

married on January 3. 

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Catullus, 4. 

This small boat which you see so bravely standing, 
This small boat, sir, the swiftest on the waters, 
Says that never was it outdone by others 
Moved by sail or by the hard-palmed rowers ; 
And that never did waves deny its coming. 
This small boat, sir, once stood upon a mountain 
As a tree, sir, with gently waving tresses. 
Tossed by breezes from every known direction. 
This small boat, sir, dear sir, says it never made a 
Votive offering to the hostile Shore Gods. 
Now in quiet here it is growing older. 
Dedicated to the great Twin God Brothers. 


Loveliest Lesbia wishes the heart of the handsome 

Preferring none other, not even the Jupiter God. 
He so excited by love, forgetting her light hearted 

Writes her words not in the wind nor yet in the swift 

running streams. — Helen Chiles, '22. 


Lesbia prefers Catullus, prefers him, she says to all 

Even to mighty Zeus, Lesbia prefers my love. 
Loving her not as a master loving a slave far below him 
But as the fathers give, give to. their children they love 
Now I am sure that I know you, and knowing yet love 

with more fervor 


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Yet to Catullus you are cheaper and lighter by far. 
Lesbia wonders at this, but she knows not that while 

he is loving, 
Knowing all her deceit, he is respecting her less. 

— Margaret Hamilton, '22. 
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Since I forgot my hendecasyllabics, 
Yes, neglected my hendecasyllabics. 
Now I can take no rest until my poem 
"All composed in the meter of Catullus" 
Has been finished and handed to Miss Johnston. % 
So I turn now to Tennyson's example, 
Look with envy upon his perfect meter 
And I wonder why his apolegetic 
With such rhythm expressing his excuses 
"For his metrification of Catullus." 
Such a man, then, attempts with doubt this meter ! 
If what Tennyson skilled in words and phrases 
Seems presumption, "indolent reviewers" 
I shall stop then lest I appear less modest. — M. H. '22. 
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During her stay in New York City, Miss Olga 
Sapio appeared in recital with Mme. Calve, soprano. 
Miss Sapio played two groups of piano compositions 
and acted also as Mme. Calve's accompanist. 

Miss Florence Kirby gave a piano recital at the 
ISouth Bend Conservatory of Music, in South Bend, 
Indiana, during the holidays. Her program con- 
sisted of both classic and modern works which, to judge 
by her very flattering press notices, were warmly re- 
ceived by those who were present. 

The ensemble class, now well established, is model- 

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ed after similar classes in Europe, where the students 
meet regularly to play the more serious compositions 
arranged for violin and piano. In a class of this kind 
the students gain poise in playing before others, an en- 
larged repertoire, and friendly criticism by other stu- 
dents as well as by the instructor. The members of this 
class are advanced students of the violin and piano de- 

The students of the violin department are plan- 
ning a studio tea on the anniversary of Miss Hors- 
brough's arrival at the College when Miss Clara Moore's 
engagement was announced. 

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From Seraphina. 

Saturday morning. 
Dearest Family :- 

Well, if you were observant about the postmark 
you will notice that I'm in Jacksonville. I meant to 
write before, but I thought that the post-card was suf- 
ficient to inform you that I had arrived. Besides, there's 
about as much to do getting started again as there was 
leaving — I've really been awfully busy. 

Perhaps I'd better explain about the wire first- You 
see when I got here, the whole corridor rushed in to 
see me — not so much for personal reasons as on ac- 
count of my desk key. I had locked all the dresser draw- 
ers and trunks and desks for my neighbors before I 
left — rather sweet of me, I thought, considering how 
much I had to do. Since I was quite late in returning, 
they were eager, nay almost violent in their desire for 
the key. I had deprived them of their ward-robes long 
enough, I gathered from their remarks. 

But of course, I wanted to unpack my new black 
lace frock first and show them my new portrait of Sam. 
It may be quite a while before I have such an audience 


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again. When I finally started to search for the key, I 
couldn't find it. I remembered distinctly having seen 
father lay it beside my gloves that morning — I was pos- 
itive of that. However, since my memory failed there, 
that didn't help particularly, and my audience showed 
very obvious signs of displeasure. Hence, the frenzied 
telegram to you, and the reply in the negative. I found 
too that I had forgotten to lock my desk, so I wasn't 
much worried. But the other girls weren't so consider- 
ate either in words nor actions. As I said though, I've 
been busy and haven't had time to look for it much- 
This morning I opened my bag with a jerk to pay my 
music bill — which I still think is too high — the snap of 
that tiny pocket in the lining came open, and there lay 
the key ! When I had time, I took it over to the room 
across the hall. Wasn't it funny how I'd just missed 
looking there? These girls didn't appreciate it much 
though — it takes a real sense of humor to see some 
jokes. And you'd think they'd be gratef ul,wouldn't you ? 
— those girls on our corridor. But I learn more every 
day how selfish and resentful people can be. I'm glad 
I can keep cheerful over the rough places. 

I wish now I had gone to bed once or twice while 
I was home. Two mornings I've slept straight through 
till chapel. You'd think they'd be more lenient after 
vacation, wouldn't you? Good gracious — what do they 
think a vacation's for anyway — to rest? I think they 
might give us another fortnight to sleep now. 

We've changed tables, and I like the table where I 
am now fine. Evelyn and I sit at one end and talk to 
each other all the time. Her brother lives at Sam's frat 
house too, and besides,she knows a lot of Phi Gams that 
I do. We have loads of fun, but sometimes I imagine 
maybe the Faculty who serves doesn't care so much 
about our dialogue- What can she expect? She wouldn't 


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be interested anyway. It's not my fault she doesn't 
know fraternity men, is it? 

Well it's nearly time for lunch. I have a 1 :15 today 
for which I have made absolutely no preparation. I had 
two hours this morning, but my copy of "If Winter 
Comes" had just arrived. How can I expect to keep up 
on modern literature if I don't take time off occasional- 
ly? Love, Seraphina. 
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"Breakfast is ready!" 

You realize that this is the second call. Why. Oh 
why, did you not have enough will power to make your- 
self sit up at least when you received that warning. The 
night before you vowed that you would not be late to 
breakfast on Sunday morning. If you would raise your 
head maybe you could arouse your sleepy senses eniugh 
to make them understand you should be up and dress- 
ing in that wonderful crispy air which made you fairly 
happy to be alive. But, still it told you that sleep on such 
a morning was a delightful thing, especially when the 
soft fluffy wooly comforters over you were so warm and 

The milk separator is working as the grinding tune 
it sings becomes higher and higher, you can just see 
John turning the wheel faster and faster. But, with a 
start you realize that unless you hustle you will not 
taste that creamy looking milk that is being separated. 
The little whiffs of frying bacon and eggs, and the boil- 
ing coffee which you know is done as you hear the lid 
fall down on the pot and sound so final, makes you hur- 
ry. On reaching the dining room you find yourself 
just in time to sit down at the table with the rest. The 
hustling was worth while. Never could a breakfast have 



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tasted better. Helping wash the dishes was a delight 
after such a meal. 

As the tiny red haired mother swept the kitchen 
floor, John "shined" the shoes for all of those who went 
to church — and the entire family always went. As they 
straightened the rooms and made the beds, the little 
mother washed six year old Henry's face, scrubbed his 
grimy hands, sleeked his sunburned hair down with 
the family comb and much water. 

Finally she pronounced him finished as she tied the 
bright red bow under his determined and well shaped 
little chin that rubbed from side to side on the front of 
the stiffly starched white blouse. 

"Say, Mam, that's purty tight", quoth the little 
man. "Maybe y'ud better let me wear m' otherin'-" 

The red bow was loosened and Henry was told very 
forcefully to sit down in that chair and not touch one 
single thing. He was given his two pennies for Sun- 
day School and he twirled them around in those fat lit- 
tle hands "Shep" came along. The big dog sniffed at 
Henry's shiny shoes and altho he wagged his tail so 
friendly, his eyes said, 

"Why, Henry, I hardly knew you. You look so 
clean and different." 

"Get away, you good old fellow, I'm going to Sun- 
day School. Oh Mam ! ! ! Shep's purty clean, can't I pat 
um, just once? 

Finally everyone is ready. The Ford is backed out 
of the garage and the seats are dusted so that grand- 
mother's clean white skirt will remain crispy clean. 

The Ford rattles up and down the hills toward the 
little Sunday School and church in the distance. How 
could you live a happier life than do those congenial 
folks with you?-H. B. '24- 


Kubota's Studio 

Specialty of High Grade Work 

2i7j4 East State Street 

Use our Directory of Advertisers 


Lace Curtains 

Shirt Waist Boxes, etc. 

Johnson, Hackett & Guthrie 


Santa Claus has came and went, leaving behind him innum- 
erable gold pencils, green knickers, and life size photographs. Also 
he varnished the dining room floor and put new faucets in the 
Harker Hall bath tubs, but he must have done this in the dark, 
because he has labelled the cold water "H" and the hot water"C". 



R. Haas Electric & Mfg. Co. 

R. W. BLUCKE, Manager 





ays the new and unusual in Fountain Drinks and Home Made Candies 
If you've been here you know, if not, come and see 

^ullenix ^ Tffamilton 


Ladies Holeproof Silk Hose and Gloves. 

All the New Shades in Silk and Wool Mixed Hose 

i, Kid and Chammsette Gloves, Sweaters, Scarfs, Handker- 
chiefs and Caps. 

T^om Duffner 

f it's new, we have it.' 


Everything m Dry Goods and 

ad Place 




West Side Dry Goods Co, 

:t happened at I. C. 

5xam question in Harmony — 

lat is Andante? 

\.nd somebody said — She was 

1 wife of that Italian poet 

wrote the Inferno! 


Low Prices and Square Deahngs 
Keep Us Busy 

X5 \) Q. (T 1 1 e 3 e (Treetings 

The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

Entered at Jacksonville Post Office as second-class matter. 


"If All the World Were Upside Down" 


Seraphina at the Art Exhibit 


Thoughts on Rising 






Things You Can Do in a Minute 


Small Town Sketches 


The Editor and His Task 


When the Jackies Came to Town 


The Party Line 


The Broken Trapdoor 


Intellectual Pills 


With Flying Colors 


"D^e (ToUeae (Breetittss 

"If All the World Were Upside Down." 

The old rhyme that paints the topsy-turvey world 
with a sea of ink and trees of bread and cheese has 
nothing on the universe that we created with our ex- 
am papers! O girls, the rare things that we wrote, 
due, let us hope to the excitement of the moment. Read 
'em and laugh, or, if you are guilty of any, blush first, 
but be a good sport and laugh, too. Here they are, just 
as you wrote them, combined into a nightmare. I swear 
to the authenticity of the exam paper origin of each and 
every faux pas herewith revealed. 

A Midsummer Knight's Dream. (The title is a 
genuine fox paw, too.) 

I woke from my sleep under a tree. It was mid- 
summer and a band of pilgrims was passing by on the 
way to the Holy Land, to collect pieces of virgins and 
other things. I observed them closely. Many of them 
were monks led by mendicant. It is the rule of these 
monks that they shall not marry in order to keep their 
order pure, but in spite of this many of them live im- 
mortal lives. One of their members grew weary and 
came to rest beside me. He said that they had been 
sent by the good Saint Ansell. King Stephen could not 
come because most of his time was spent in keeping 
Matilda down. In the band besides monks, were Cath- 
olics and Christians. It seems that a band sets out on 
a pilgrimage on each Sunday of the week. He admitted 
that the monks had been marrying, but now a change 
caused them to lead a better life. 

This reform is due mainly to WyclifF, whose out- 
standing work is the Bible, and whose chief doctrine is 
that no more decrees against God should be issued. 

We followed after the pilgrims discussing many 
things, especially the laws of the country. "Our laws", 
he said,"in matters of health are not as astringent as 


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they might be, for instance, if a mother has tubercu- 
losis it may be permissable for the child to have it, too. 

Our political situation has been unsettled ever since 
the Pope released John from the claws of the Magna 
Carta. We have no leaders like Catherine the Great 
who followed in the footsteps of her successor, (some 
feet, by the way) , or Peter the Great, who succeeded in 
keeping the Turks off his rear. We need leaders to put 
down this dastardlyPheasant's Revolt. There has 
been no time like that good old decade of legislation, 
1272-1295, which was also the birth of Parliament." 

This seemed like a double-decker to me, 
but I did not interrupt, for he went on ; "We 
have other difficulties besides these. Our press is 
a failure. The first issue of the Spectator was pub- 
lished from 1700-1725. You see that by the time it 
was out of date, so when a spirit of patriotism needed 
to be set forth it was distributed in pamphlets." 

I resolved to recommend this method to war-time 
kings and presidents. Canned heat, — canned music, 
— why not pamphleted patriotism? 

"Yes", he said, "that first issue of the Spectator 
was nearly as long a process as Dryden's death, which 
is given as 1631-1700. 

"What did he die of ?" I asked. 

"From a careless reading of instructions", ex- 
plained the monk. "He was studying Botany, and the 
directions for laboratory work said to take small bits 
of mold. He thought it said bites." 

We soon came to a little town, and finding a theat- 
er, decided to take in a show before completing our 
journey to the Holy Land. The play was a tragedy. All 
students of literature will of course remember that 
tragedy began when the devil first took a prominent 
part in drama. The leading man sang an aria, which 


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is a melodious melody with a little accompaniment for 
vain singers to show off their skill. 

It was nearing dusk as we resumed our journey. 
Coming over the top of a hill, I shrieked to see two gib- 
bets standing stark against the sky. From them two 
limp bodies were swinging. "Horrors", cried my friend, 
'what a terrible coherence." 

'Why do you call it that?" I asked. 

"You know," he said, "that coherence means the 
hanging together of anything." 

"0", I said meekly. "I was beginning to feel va- 
gue, like Erasmus, who was not sure of his birth on ac- 
count of his mind, but considered it 1466. But then, er- 
asmus had seen trouble, for we read that he gave up his 
work to teach and had a hard life and also poor health. 
I'd call that hard luck ! 

To my relief we came to a little house, where the 
monk said we might pass the night. It was an attractive 
place, like the Roman houses in that it was divided by 
petitions, but reminiscent of Henery IV. 

I thought it was time to wake up, which, as Little 
Benny says, I did. But it had been profitable to 
dream, for I can say what the Freshman wrote of her 
first semester, — "I cannot express in words what it has 
meant to me, because I have learned too much to ex- 
plain." c==Diinncz=D 

Seraphina at the Art Exhibit. 

Her room-mate hauls her up before two small pic- 
ures on a window-sill and says firmly, "Now, here are 
two you have to admire !" 
S.— "Those!" 

Miss K. — "Now, I know you Hke this one." 
S — Feebly, "Yes'm. Which one do you mean?" 
S.— Later, "Well, that little kid over there is kinda 


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S. — Escapes to the other room. "Now, I do Hke 
this. It's just like the covers you see on 'Fashion'." 

S. — Back in the big room, "Well, I like the pale 
green frames, anyhow." 

S. — At the door, leaving, "Well, when it comes to 
taste — oh, gosh! Let's go buy us a Vogue and look at 
the clothes. That's the kind of Art I can appreciate." 

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Thoughts on Rising 

It would be such a comfort to know. 
When morning 'gildeth' the skies. 
And in vain I strive to throw 
My covers back and arise, — 
It would profit me much to know. 
As I fight my inclination 
To sleep thru a study hour. 
Clear on to a recitation- 
It would be such a help to know, 
As I try to arouse my will. 

And my strength revive, 

Did six-forty-five 
Find Caesar slumbering still? 


Did Milton sleep thru breakfast? 
Did Wycliff like to lie 
Under a pile of blankets 
When the morning sun was high ? 
I would give a lot to know 
If St. Paul sometimes missed 
An important boat connection, 
And with Morpheus kept a tryst. 
But of one thing I am sure, 
And it leaves me comforted, 
For I know that dear 
Old Bill Shakespeare 
Loved to lie in bed. 


X3\^c College (Breetin^s 

It is one of our favorite theories that the college 
girl must be broad-minded. If she is to be of service 
to the world, if she is to contribute her share to the 
progress of civilization, she must be well-informed con- 
cerning her fellow-beings, as well as mathematics and 
biology. These phrases are so commonly accepted 
among us that they almost bear a rubber stamp. But 
even best and highest ideals become stale and mean- 
ingless, unless they are incorporated into daily life and 
acquire significance from experience. 

So it was with very sincere interest that we greeted 
the Industrial Girls from the Springfield Y. W. C. A. 
several weeks ago, who had come to join us in general 
conference on subjects important to both groups. Once 
in the Forum we sat back complacently to hear the view 
point of the Industrial Girl, and to defend our own ideas 
more or less warmly when they were attacked. We 
were prepared to try to understand the conceptions of 
the Girl in Business as opposed to those of the Girl in 
College ; to be tolerant and sympathetic. But to our sur- 
prise, we found that in general the problems of girls 
everywhere are the same — that the Industrial Girl 
wonders how much of her budget should go for clothes, 
too— that she is just as much interested in the right 
sort of recreation as we are, and that she could usually 


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express her opinions with more lucidity and wit than 
we could. We discovered that essentially the world in 
Springfield bears much resemblance to the cosmos in 
Jacksonville. And that most of all — to understand the 
Industrial Girl, we need only to understand — ourselves. 
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You've heard about it? No? 

Well, it's the philosophy of wasting time. You see 
everyone is born with from twenty to sixty 
years of time before him and it's up to him to find a 
way to use up the time. According to that theory we 
are only born to die again ; we are not on this earth for 
any particular purpose ; nor is it our duty to live up to 
any standard. And yet — altho this is all quite against 
our doctrines and beliefs — we follow the philosophy of 
wasting time. Unconsciously perhaps, but still we fol- 
low it to a certain extent. Funny, isn't it? 

You don't think so ? Take this school as an example. 
Just stand outside the average classroom and listen to 
the remarks of the students coming out. "Thank heav- 
en! that hour's over with. I thought it would never 
end," the majority of them are thinking even if they 
are not saying it aloud. Or hear them coming in — "I 
haven't opened my book since last time and you know 
how that hour drags when you haven't made any pre- 
paration," will be the occasional remark. Or endow 
yourself with the power of seeing without being seen 
and look at the varied occupations of a large class — 
mental blankness,day dreaming,meaningless scribbling, 
reading letters, preparing lessons — anything, every- 
thing to make the hour go more quickly, to make the 
time pass. Wasting time! 

Oh, this isn't the rule here at school or even per- 
haps a daily occurence. It is just the occasional inci- 
dent ; an illustration of the lack of sense we are using 


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in letting ourselves unconsciously follow this doctrine 
of wasting time. We all know perfectly well that we 
come to college to learn; that study and lessons are 
specific means to this end. And yet, every day or so 
we try to defeat this purpose. Rather illogical, isn't it ? 
Did you ever stop to think about it ? 

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It's queer, horrible, wonderful 

But after all it's a game, 

(You've heard it called that) , 

The game of life. 

And as a game it must be learned, 

Prepared for, trained for. 

There are authorized rules to life 

As there are to football. 

If you don't follow them, 

The greatest Referee of all will call your fouls. 

Or else 

Your opponents — circumstance, misfortune. 

Calamity, fate, will take advantage, 

And the score will stand against you. 

When you've entered the game. 

Then is no time for hesitancy, fumbles, misplays; 

No time for regrets; 

No time for doing things, saying things over. 

For Life's a game. 

The score stands either for you or against you. 

You get life. 

Or life gets you. — Dorothy Dieman, '25. 

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Things You Can Do in a Minute. 

"In just a minute." What a host of things that lit- 
tle expression covers ! All the world uses that phrase. 
But let us consider a new thought. Did you ever stop 


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to think how many things one can do in a minute ? Then 
listen to me while I tell you. 

Such things as getting one's lesson are known to 
be accomplished in that length of time, if not in less. 
Of course, that is not for the teachers to know. But 
there are many freshmen who will smile, with a know- 
ing smile, when I repeat that a lesson can be got in a 
minute. Perhaps the teacher can agree with me when 
I say that it's a very simple matter to "flunk" a subject 
in a minute. I think I'd be willing to limit that to a 
few seconds. Then, there are the poor recitations. It's 
easy enough to make a poor recitation in a minute. And 
when it comes to "stalling" in class, then a minute 
seems more than a minute. 

Did you ever miss your car just one minute? It 
was only a minute ; but how many hours did it set you 
back ? It takes only a minute to lend five dollars. Does 
it seem like so trifling a thing? Speaking of money re- 
minds me of board bills. It takes only a minute to pay 
your board bills — if you have the money. 

And, girls, truly it takes only a minute to secure 
a date or carry on a flirtation. All that is necessary 
is to discover the right persons. They say that, when 
you come right down to facts, it takes only a minute to 
propose. Of course, I can't verify this statement. 

But let us think seriously for a minute. It takes 
only a minute to do that little deed of kindness 
for your friend or neighbor, which brightens his life 
and makes him much happier. And likewise, girls, it 
takes not more than a minute to do the wrong thing 
and make everyone miserable because of it. 

Here in College, where we know each other but 
distantly, you can lose your reputation in a minute, 
and it takes much longer to win it back. 

Lastly, I want to speak from personal experience. 
I have learned, through bitter struggles, that you can- 
not write a familiar essay in one minute. — H. M. '25. 


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/ol. XXIV. Jacksonville, 111., Feb. 1922 No. 5. 

Cditor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

ssociate Editor Hazel Dell 

ssistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

usiness Manager Lura Hurt 
ssistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

lArt Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

The Editor and His Task. 

One of the interesting weekly events in the life of 
the small town is the arrival of the newspaper, al- 
though most of its contents have probably been common 
property long before at the various gathering places. 

It contains more advertisements than news items, 
but as the editor is continually reminding us, 'paper 
is high and employees are higher.' The paper does 
contain news however — homely items which are of 
interest only to those in the community. To others it 
would be entirely devoid of interest. 

The country paper portrays the editor himself, for 
his pen is back of most of the news. He visits all the 
places where he can collect news items, and he also 
consults the city dailies. 

The editorials are for the most part concerned with 
local life. The editor writes on such subjects as — The 
Boys and Girls Farm Clubs, The Community High 
School, and the Back to the Farm Movement. 

He sends out into the surrounding territory for 
contributions from several points. Some news seems to 
have been compiled by people of scant education, but 
it would not be the best policy to correct them, since it 
would mean the loss of several subscribers. 

The editor has to be very tactful or the wrath of 
the people will be on his head. If he should omit a 
party given by a sensitive lady, or should even omit 


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some of the guests, it would require great diplomacy 
for him to show that the mistake was unintentional 

Of course, there must be humor in the paper, so 
various bits of fun are either manufactured by the edi- 
tor or are copied from other papers and placed in the 
"Off the Reel" column. 

However small and trival the items would seem to 
others, they are of great interest to the home people, 
and are eagerly awaited by those who are absent from 
the community. — E. C. '23. 


When the Jackies Came to Town. 

It was a great day for Brighton and the country 
round about when the Jackie Band visited the town. 
When a week before, the news arrived that the band 
would surely be there, getting in early Thursday morn- 
ing and staying until noon, there was wild excitement. 
Every family bid for one sailor at least for breakfast, 
and some asked for two or three. The question of 
menu began to be discussed, and fried chicken, hot bis- 
cuits and honey were generally accepted as a basis. The 
school children were instructed to be at school prompt- 
ly at eight thirty ready to join in the parade and the 
Campfire Girls and Boy Scouts volunteered to guide 
the Jackies to their breakfasts. 

Did anyone sleep the night before? It was an ex- 
ception rather than the rule. Every youngster was peer- 
ing from the windows at half pas six, waiting for a 
glance at a passing sailor, although the breakfast hour 
was a good sixty minutes away. Every mother was up 
long before preparing the fried chicken and biscuits. 

The Scouts and Campfire Girls hurried toward 
the station about seven, and soon after the heart of 
every one in town was gladdened by the sight of a sail- 
or. At eight the pupils were all at school, altho as- 
sembly was not until half an hour later. Every young- 


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ster hoped to hasten the process by being himself on 
time. Even then the country side had begun to pour 
into town. Not a country school in a radius of ten miles 
was open that day — teacher was as anxious as the 
pupils and in some cases even more for she hadn't been 
out of school more than a year herself. Cars, buggies, 
and wagons brought their loads, until every side street 
off Main was crowded with vehicles and Main with 

Promptly at half past eight, the school line began 
to march toward town, primaries first and then on up. 
Scouts along both sides of the line, bore flags of all the 
allies, for it was a National Holiday in Brighton. 
Country boys and girls fell in up town, the band took 
its place in front of the line and played. O, there was 
joy in town that day! 

Then the parade began again in the direction of 
the picnic grounds south of town, music all the way this 
time. Arriving there, the Jackies played and smiled; 
and as a minor event, the fourth liberty loan was over- 
subscribed, not, I am sure, because of the oratorical elo- 
quence of a lawyer from a neighboring village, but be- 
cause of the mood of the people. The Jackie Band was 

The time came when the sailors had to leave, so 

the crowd went with them to the station. The band 

played a farewell tune and departed leaving behind, to 

the music lover, a memory of good music, to the small 

boy, a hero, and to the high school girl, a Jackie's smile. 
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The Party Line. 

Not long ago I heard of a woman who talked over 
the telephone for the first time on her eighty-fifth 
birthday. Some one who was listening to the story re- 
marked, "She must have been on a party line." And 
it sounds quite plausable, for a party line is always in 


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use, especially if one is trying to get the grocery order 
in before ten-thirty. 

It is over the party line that we hear some very 
interesting bits of news, whether in town or in the 
country. If it is the former, we learn that Jane won 
the cut glass bowl at bridge; that Mrs. A's maid has 
left, that the Mayor and the pretty girl next door were 
out riding last night while the Mayor's wife was taking 
care of the three children sick with croup; that the 
ladies are giving a card party and dance for the Legion 
benefit next week; that the fair association lost four 
hundred dollars on the races alone. 

It is the country line that is our bane and blessing. 
We learn that Marthy and Silas didn't get home till 9 :30 
Sunday night; that the butter wouldn't come when 
Maria churned and she lost about five dollars — also 
three customers; that "the bunch" butchered three 
hogs and two steers last week ; that the district school 
is giving a box supper and spelling match next Monday 
night and everyone is invited. And so on. 

It happens that the Methodist minister shares our 
line, and many and varied are the conversations we 
hear. We seldom take down the receiver without 
hearing a voice say, "Yes, Mrs. X., we're depending on 
you to lead the missionary meeting. I know it is short 
notice, but the minister's wife is capable of doing any- 
thing." Or, "I was so sorry I didn't get to prayer meet- 
ing, but Johnny had a cold on his chest, and — " Once 
in awhile a conversation sounds particularly interest- 
ing. Not long ago I heard the minister's voice say, 

"Well, I usually leave that to the lucky man's 
judgment." And I drew my own conclusions. — J. R. '23. 
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The Broken Trap-Door 

Her brain was an exuqisite apparatus. Its funct- 
ioning, the working of her mind was like the running 


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of a delicate machine, perfectly adjusted. The force of 
vigorous racial instincts was directed for health and 
happiness and her thinking was broad and accurate, 
and swift like the thrust of a lance. 

And between herself and the workings and the 
world about her was the little mechanism of control, 
like a tiny trap door, sensitive as a flower-petal but 
strong as the trunk of an oak, that kept from the world 
all of the process that it was not wise or necessary for 
it to see, and let thru only those things that the will 

Did I say that the mind was a flawless machine? 
There is no such a one in this universe of variation. 
Perhaps there were two little nerve branches that 
made connections, which really did not belong together. 
Perhaps they grew that way because of some things 
that had happened when she was a little girl. When- 
ever a thought went down that path and made that 
connection there was a shock, and a jar shot back along 
that path and radiated through all the brain. 

For many years a thought flash went down that 
road but seldom. Then she went to take up a big, kind 
work. But often, every day, this work made the nerve 
current go down that path, straight and keen, — and 
then the jar, an explosion that pushed hard on the little 
trap door of control and made it bulge and strain its 
hinges in its effort to keep tight shut. 

One day there were three of these jars. At the 
last one the hinges snapped — 

And now she sits in a chair in a long white hall, 
talking, talking — in a little bare side-room she has a 
white cot. Sometimes they take her, when she is"good", 
to a table where she unravels gunny-sacks and winds 
up the ravellings for yarn. But she cannot stay when 
she disturbs her neighbors there. So she is taken back 
to sit in the hall with the foreign woman who swears 
and the white-haired lady who cries. And sometimes 
they march visitors thru to see her, and her naked 
mind with the trap-door broken. — M. F. '23. 


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V. I. A.— Just A Hint. 

Once upon a time there were two men, John and 
Tom, living in the same boarding house. Tom had a 
room in the first floor, and John had one on second floor 
above Tom's. It happened that John was almost as 
thoughtless and inconsiderate as some of the I. W. C. 
ladies. Every night he would pace up and down the 
room and Tom thought that for lack of a better part- 
ner he danced around with a chair, such was the racket ! 
Then, when going to bed, he would pull off one shoe and 
fling it to one side, and would soon dispose of the other 
in the same way. 

One day Tom thought he could endure it no longer, 
and decided to call on John and give him a few sugges- 
tions. So he did, and went away with the promise that 
he would be no longer disturbed. That night, every- 
thing was quiet upstairs and Tom thought he would 
not have to listen to the clock strike midnight any long- 
er. As he was almost in dreamland, thump! went 
John's shoe! The poor man had forgotten once more 
that he wasn't Adam, and that there were others to be 
considered! He soon remembered his promise to Tom, 
and set his other shoe quietly on the floor. Next morn- 
ing the two men met and John said to Tom : "I trust I 
did not bother you too much last night." "Bother noth- 
ing !" roared his friend. "I lay awake all night waiting 
for that other shoe to fall." 

Almost every night as I go to bed, and have to lis- 
ten to all sort of noise in the room of my upstairs neigh- 
bors, I think of the story of the poor man who was kept 
awake waiting for the other shoe to fall ? And, there 
are many unfortunate beings who do not happen to 
live on Fifth Harker or Third Main, who have to lie 
awake waiting for the other shoe to fall ! And, there 
are others who have to lie awake, sometimes till mid- 
night, and endure noises that seem to come from every- 


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where but a girl's bedroom. 

Some of us forget that while we want to practice 
the elephant's walk, there are others down stairs try- 
ing to sleep; or, that while we crack nuts, others are 
holding their heads with both hands, trying to study; 
or that while we get a sudden notion to move the fur- 
niture around, there is someone below fighting a head- 
ache, and wishing we were miles away. 

Let us remember, for goodness sakes, that the 
10 :30 bell doesn't mean that it is time for us to pound 
the senses out of the victim that lives below. Remem- 
ber she too has nerves ! This is a plea to those that live 
nearer heaven, that they try to make it less hot for 
those who live further down ! — A Campus Scout. 

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Intellectual Pills. 

Doris Jane gazed mournfully at the bulletin board 
in the main corridor. 

"Spanish — Tuesday morning. Chemistry — Tues- 
day afternoon, History — Wednesday morning, English 
Thursday morning, Bible — Thursday afternoon. And 
only three days till exams ! What ever shall I do ? I'm 
back three chapters on my chemistry and I never can re- 
member those dates Miss Long makes us learn for his- 
tory. Well, I'll just have to study every minute from 
now till eight o'clock Tuesday morning, I guess." 

Doris Jane started cramming that night with much 
industry, but with more violence. Immediately after 
dinner she dashed wildly up the stairs into her room, 
slammed the door, tied a wet towel around her head in 
case her studying should bring on a headache, set the 
camphor bottle, a glass of water, and a sack of pop- 
corn within reach, and, stacking her books around her, 
prepared to study. She decided to study Spanish first 
since the examination in it came earliest. 

"Oh, girls", she cried to her friends, Dorothy and 

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Jean, who poked their heads in at the door, "can you get 
this stuff? Isn't it awful? And did you ever learn 
that Spanish poem we were supposed to know? I just 
know I'll be so tired after the first exam that I won't be 
able to study anything else. That History test just 
stares me in the face. 

This brought forth an outburst from Dorothy "Oh, 
don't I know it?. These horrid exams just bore me to 
tears. I don't see why we have to take them. They 
don't do me one particle of good, I'm sure. It's cram and 
worry, and worry and cram. Then after you get to class 
and your mind goes as blank as the blackboard before 
the questions are put on, isn't that the most dreadful 

"Yes," moaned Jean, "I never felt quite so home- 
sick in my life as tonight when I knew I'd have to start 
cramming. You can prove it by me, life is one horrible 
test after another. 

"I don't blame Hazel Aubrey for getting married, 
do you? I think I would this very minute if anyone 
would ask me." 

"Don't worry, Doris Jane, nobody's going to ask you. 
Don't you know that fortune teller said you wouldn't 
get married until you graduate from college?" 

"Well, that means never, for I never will be able 
to pass these exams. And I do try so hard." 

"Oh, look how late it's getting. I guess it is true 
that we waste a lot of time just sitting around talking. 
Goodnight, Doris Jane, we must go." 

As the door closed behind the girls, Doris Jane 
ejaculated, "I don't feel like studying someway. I wish 
I didn't have to. I wish I had some of those 'intellectual 
pills' that the girls in Pyschology class were telling 
about. Then it would be easy to pass these examina- 

With an air of deepest melancholy, Doris Jane re- 


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signed herself to her fate. She yawned wearily over 
endless pages until the proctor's knock startled her. 
There was the usual scramble for the soap, towels and 
toothbrush before snapping off the light. 

After tumbling into bed that night she fell into 
restless dreaming. She dreamed she was surrounded 
by huge ogres who were prodding her on to answer ex- 
amination questions by hurling great, dusty textbooks 
at her. She struggled desperately but finally crumpled 
in a little heap wailing, "Oh why didn't I take an in- 
tellectual pill, why didn't I ?" 

She wakened the next morning barely in time to 
dress for church. After the sermon, she met Dr. Ham- 
mond and his wife, with whom she was well acquainted. 
They were very fond of this little college girl and in- 
vited her out to dinner. It was at the dinner table that 
Doris spoke of the "intellectual pills." 

Dr. Hammond laughed at her and said, "I'll give 
you some "intellectual pills." You go home and get to 
work, and these pills will do the rest." 

So just as Doris Jane was leaving, he handed her 
a paper containing five, large, white pills with directions 
for taking. Astonished and delighted, she hurried 
home to receive the benefits of this marvelous medi- 
cine. The directions were very ordinary and the pills 
did not look at all unusual. Acording to her instructions, 
she took her pill just before dinner. It seemed to her 
that dinner that night passed more slowly than usual, 
so impatient was she to put the intellectual pill to the 

Free at last to study, she passed up the stairs un- 
conscious of the delightful, idle chatter of the girls 
around her. When Doris Jane's roommate entered the 
room she made an amazing discovery. Doris Jane was 
studying; moreover, one would judge by her eager face 
that she enjoyed studying. At any rate, she made no 


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sign that she was aware of her roommate's presence. 
So the evening passed, with Doris Jane absorbed in her 
books. Reluctantly she obeyed the proctor's request; 
reluctantly she prepared for bed. 

The next morning she was up and studying dili- 
gently before the breakfast bell rang. When she re- 
turned from breakfast and repeated her actions of the 
night before, her roommate's curosity burst its bounds. 
But to her questioning Doris Jane replied unsatisfac- 
torily in an annoyed tone, "I haven't time now.Wait till 
I'm not so busy." 

Serenly Doris Jane pursued her studies. Examina- 
tions came on but still confident in the power of her 
"intellectual pills" she wrote on the questions without 
a tremor. 

When her test papers were returned she was not 
at all surprised to find that her grades were unusually 

"All due to the intellectual pills", she murmured 

The very next Sunday she walked out to the Doc- 
tor's home to thank him for the pills and to ask him 
what they contained. 

"You cannot imagine how grateful I am to you. 
Doctor", she said fervently. 

He looked at her quizzically for a moment, then 
chuckled delightedly. 

"Well, well, so you are grateful to me, are you? 
And you want to know what they contain ? Why, they 
were just a little foundation mixture that I made when 
I was experimenting with *flu' medicine. I never put 
the real dope in them. I guess you supplied that by 
studying hard without worrying or fretting." — M. B.'25 

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With Flying Colors. 

The little cottage with its extensive grounds lay 

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basking in the white heat of the August sun; it was 
early afternoon and all nature was shriveled and mo- 
tionless and still, so still that two excited voices echoed 
in Miss Amelia's ears as she sat under the electric fan, 
dozing over her magazine. 

The voices came from the tennis court and grew 
more distinct as they approached, and Miss Amelia's 
face grew troubled even though she smiled. 

"You make me everlastingly sick", declared an 
angry feminine voice."You're always looking for some- 
thing to criticize, and when I play another game of 
tennis with you, Dick Somers — " 

"Don't say it! You'll only make me laugh, and it 
hurts on a hot day. You know you can't play tennis. 
It's a waste of time for you to try. The very fact that 
you went out there today with those spindle heels and 
skirts is proof enough." The masculine voice registered 
supreme scorn and fatigue, and there was the sound of 
a fist being driven emphatically against a palm. "You 
don't see Charlotte or Kate dolled up like the latest 
fashion sheet. They know enough to dress for the 
game, and they can play, too." 

"Oh, yes, one's sisters are models, always!" The 
air fairly sizzled with scarcasm and Miss Amelia held 
her breath. 

"No, not because they are my sisters, either, but 
because you could get a few sensible ideas from them, 
if you would." 

"Well, I won't! Neither from them nor you, you 
hateful old preacher!" 

A racket went winging its way across the lawn 

"Dear, dear, have you been scrapping again, Ad- 
rianne ?" 

"Oh, no ! We never do that. It's just a difference 
of opinion. I know I can't play tennis very well. I 
don't like it, but he isn't going to hold his sisters up to 
me as models." 


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"What has happened to your face and skirt? I 
never knew anyone to get so battered up." 

Adrianne tripped to the mirror on dizzy heels and 
surveyed herself. "When you fall more than once in 
a day it is likely to have a disastrous effect upon your 
appearance, isn't it?" she answered. Then she turned 
to Miss Amelia, a wistf ullness in her voice : "Aunt Amy, 
is red hair so awful?" 

No, my dear; it isn't the hair; it's the disposition 
that goes with it." 

"Hateful thing! I mean the disposition of course. 
Aunt Amy, I believe I'll go to town." 

Just before dark, Adrianne returned with two my- 
sterious bundles under her arm and a still more myster- 
ious smile on her face. Miss Amelia cried out in alarm 
when she carefully unrolled one package. "Adrianne, 
Adrianne, what can you be thinking of?" 

"It's for bloomers. The very reddest I could get, 
and this" — untying the smaller parcel — "is silk for a 
middy and a tie for my hair. It's all a perfect match. 
Quite stunning, don't you think?" 

"But my dear, with your hair!" gasped poor little 
Miss Amelia, weakly. 

"I got it especially for my hair. And you're go- 
ing to help me make my costume tonight, like a dear 

It was almost daybreak when the middy and bloom- 
ers were completed, and it was a tired but triumphant 
girl who slipped into bed just at dawn. The afternoon 
found her decked out in scarlet bloomers and middy 
blouse with a ribbon of the same brilliant hue binding 
up her red curls. 

Young Somers, repentant and exhausted with the 
heat, came with a box of candy and an invitation to go 
canoeing, and Miss Amelia informed him that Adrianne 
was waiting for him on the courts. 

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he went across the grounds. Poor Dick! His eyes 
blurred as he was hailed by the flaming figure in the 
distance, but he chose to ignore her array. 

It was a frightful game. The afternoon sun beat 
relentlessly down upon them. Dick's head began to 
swim, and at last, every trace of self-control gone, he 
flung down his racket and glared at her. 

"Haven't you any sense?" he burst out. 

"Kind of warm, don't you think so ?" drawled Ad- 
rianne, carefully wiping her face with a crimson hand- 

"Isn't your hair red enough to blind a man with- 
out dressing up like an Indian in war paint?" 

"Is it? I'm rather sensitive about my hair, you 

Dick was seeing red. "You look like — like — if my 
sisters had red hair — ow!" 

A stinging blow from a strong little hand fell upon 
his mouth and Adrianne, Hke a crimson bird, was fly- 
ing across the court. As soon as he could get his bear- 
ings, Dick was after her in wild pursuit, and he caught 
her in the shrubbery. She was crying, great angry 

"I hate you, Dick Somers. I hate those sisters of 
yours, too, and I'm going right home." 

Dick's sanity had returned, once out of the sun, 
and he lifted her in his arms and laid his cheek on the 
red silk ribbon above her curls. 

"Why, Adrianne, you mean you love us all, and 
you're never going home," he said. 

"Dick Somers," gasped Adrianne, "put me down 
this instant. What if Aunt Amy should see us!" 

"Let's go and tell her." 

"Tell her what?" 

Dick's face became almost as red as the ribbon. 

"I guess we'll tell her that I think red is the most 
beautiful color in the world." — I. F. '25. 


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Editorial 116 

A Midnight Fantasy 117 

When Dusk Came 120 

Faces 124 

Those Sunday Night Dates 124 

Night 126 

The Old Ridge Cemetery 127 

The Other Half • 128 

College Calendar 130 

The Reception 132 

V. LA. 133 

Alumnae 134 

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Vol. XXB^:^- ^Jacksonville, 111., March, 1922 No. 6. 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

Freshmen Editorial Staff. 

Editor-in-chief Dorothy Dieman 

Associate Editors — Verna Hieronymous, Ethel Keller, 
Donnabel Keys. 


It almost seems as though we of the Woman's College 
are going to be obliged to admit that we are inartistic, 
that we can't express ourselves, that we either have no 
literary ability or else we do not care to use it. Yes, it 
almost seems that way. Other college publications have 
sufficient contributions to permit some sort of a choice 
as to what is printed ; here it is necessary to ask, plead, 
beg for contributions. One would actually think that 
it were doing the "Greetings" a great favor to allow 
it to print anything. That's putting it rather strong, 
but then — . 

What's the matter with us ? If we don't care to 
write for the sake of the thing itself, if we don't care 
to see our own productions in print, we ought to write 
because of a sense of duty, of obligation, of loyalty to 
our college. A school magazine is one of the mirrors 
that reflect the spirit of the school, and certainly we 
want ours to be one of the best mirrors of that kind. 
Can't we realize this "Greetings" of ours is a student 
publication ; that its copy must come from the student 


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)ody; that the editorial staff are merely builders who 
i^ork with the material at hand ? And how, how, if none 
s offered, can they be expected to produce commend- 
ible results ? You have only to be editor once to have 
he anticipated joys of the "best number yet" turn 
•ancid, when you discover that copy is harder to un- 
iarth than gold ; for you have to depend on human dis- 
)osition to furnish the former — and well, too often the 
lisposition to write is not there. 

What can I appeal to, in order to arouse your in- 
erest, your enthusiasm, your co-operation ? For that's 
vhat is needed — co-operation. And if you won't give 
;hat — well, read the following and take it to heart. 

"If you are too indolent to help play the game 
when you have a chance, don't sit on the sidelines and 
irah about the final score ! If it isn't what should be 
reasonably expected — why don't you get into the game, 
5how what you can do, and share in the final glory ? 

Ever since the world began there have been"knock- 
3rs." They, like the poor, are always with us. It seems 
trange, too, that they are usually the ones who take 
the least advantage of the numerous opportunities 
which they have, to improve the world in which they 
live — or exist. 

If you can do nothing to help, then do nothing at 
all. If you can say nothing in approval of the efforts of 
others, then neglect to remark about their faults. Offer 
assistance — and then criticism." — D. H. 

The glove has been thrown down. Do you respect 
your school enough to pick it up ? 


A Midnight Fantasy 

The time was one minute to twelve ; the place was 
I. W. C. ; the scene was the room of two Freshmen. I 
was spending the night with one of them and could not 


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go to sleep, for she had appropriated most of the bed, 
and a hard, hard, rail is not condusive to sleep. All was 
quiet except the occasional sighs of one of the 
sleeping Freshmen. What could she be dreaming of 
that made her sigh so despairingly ? 

Gradually the hands of the clock approached the 
midnight hour, tick, tock, tick, tock, at last they met. 
Immediately an astonishing change took place. The 
room, which before had been dark, glowed with soft 
light. Was it imagination, or did I hear what seemed 
Hke innumerable yawns and the stretching of tired 
limbs ? It wasn't the Freshmen, they were still sleep- 
ing peacefully, and it couldn't be from the room above, 
for two Seniors lived there, and everyone knows that 
Seniors never, never make any noise, and they always 
go to bed at ten o'clock. 

Suddenly a small voice piped up out of nowhere, 
"Hurry up folks, remember we only have an hour. It's 
already one minute past 12:00."And solemnly the pud- 
gy inkwell rose from his place, walked to the center of 
the desk, and sat himself solemnly dow^n. He was follow- 
ed by the penholder, who shed tears over everything. 
But, blotters, coming after, obligingly mopped them up, 
»o everything was quite all right again, and the little 
French clock, tripping daintily forward, did not soil her 
pretty skirts. The books and the notebooks, the high- 
brows, came arm in arm ; the pictures, likenesses of two 
handsome men, turned their backs on one another, and 
the lamp and the saucer, walking very carefully, were 
the last to arrive. 

"Well, my dears", said the ink-well, who seemed 
to be spokesman, "what have you to report? We'll 
have to hurry, for I'm very tired — I'm sure I never 
worked so hard since I was filled the first time — I guess 
those Freshmen are always writing themes or correct- 


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ing them, and they're really quite vicious with me." 

"I, too, have several complaints to make", said the 
pencil woodenly. "My mistress is always writing with 
me, and she makes me so much extra work, for she's 
continually erasing all I say." 

"Did you ever see such late hours as they keep?" 
ticked the clock. "Up early every morning and they nev- 
er go to bed until ten — and sometimes not then !" 

"Yes," interrupted the lamp lightly, "I'm quite 
worn out from being carried into the closet." 

"My poor back", cracked one of the books, "it 
aches so from being opened, and my print is really be- 
coming weak." 

"And would you believe it", said the blotter, "my 
mistress wrote a letter to her mother the other day — 
I had the task of blotting it — and she told her that Dr. 
Barker had accused the students of not studying !" 

"Horrible!" gasped all the company. Just then, 
with a shower of powder, the talcum can arrived. 

"I heard you talking", she gasped, "and I told the 
other dresser folk that I must come over — I'm just 
worn out, for my mistress powdered her hair with me 
the other night, and I've lost 'most all my constitution. 
It isn't all studying in this room — if you lived over on 
the dresser and had all our trials and troubles, and real- 
ized how much work we have, you wouldn't complain. 
Oh, dear" she sighed, and sprinkled powder on the 
French clock, who sneezed distressingly. 

"Quiet!" splashed the ink-well, "I hear footsteps 
and we must adjourn — tomorrow night, remember, at 
the same place." 

So when the house chairman, who I suppose had 
heard the noise, came to the door, all was again quiet 
in the room, and only the occasional sighs of the sleep- 
ing Freshmen disturbed the silence. — Thelma Bennett. 


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When Dusk Came 

Old Dr. Hartzman tucked the shabby gray robe more 
closely about his knees and gave his worn mittens a last 
tug to insure their proper adjustment. 

"Well," he began as he gathered up the reins prepara- 
tory to leaving, "there is just this much to say. Alice 
is worse. She can't get well without a nurse. I've told 
you time and time again to let go of some of your in- 
fernal pigheadness and take your wife away. Why, 
man ! This — place — ach !" 

The doctor gave a sudden sweeping gesture with both 
hands that conveyed his opinion of the chances of a 
patient's recovery in the old farm house. 

Just then a huge swirl of snow swooped down upon 
the distance between them. The doctor's horse taking 
it as some signal for departure began to jog slowly up 
the snow filled country lane. 

Harvey Wells stood for awhile contemplating the 
huge snow drift upon which he was standing. Then he 
looked up at the sky. It was early twilight of a gray 
February day. All about, the lowering clouds hung 
like veils of heavy sorrow. In the northwest, a band 
of gold red pierced the sombemess. 

"Looks like snow," Harvey muttered walking up the 
ice-covered path to the small gray house. The house 
was in harmony with the bleak chill dusk. Under his 
weight the porch swayed drunkenly. One great icicle 
fell from the eaves with a clear tinkling crash. Harvey 
opened the door and tramped heavily into the kitchen. 
Behind his he left footprints of dirty snow that present- 
ly melted into pools of muddy water. With dogged 
movements he set about removing the ashes from the 
rusty stove. The bucket had a hole in the bottom and 
as he walked to the door, the ashes sifted through onto 
the floor and settled in the pools of water. Emptying 


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the ashes upon the path that led to the barn, he return- 
ed. Upon entering the house he found that the north 
kitchen door had blown open. The screened porch was 
filled with snow which he had not as yet removed, and 
the wind sent puffs of it scurrying into the house. 
Taking the broom from beneath the rifts of snow, he 
closed the door. With the fire lighted in the stove he 
went to fill the dented copper kettle. Alice had al- 
ways complained of the distance to the well. As he 
went out to it, he counted the steps — thirty-five going 
one way. At the well he bent down to remove the kettle 
lid. The knob was gone. He recalled hearing Alice 
say it had been broken off and would he fix it. That 
was long ago — probably two years. Harvey removed 
his glove to pry off the refractory lid. As he pumped, 
the chilled iron of the handle clung to his flesh. 

After he had returned to the house and set the kettle 
upon the roaring fire, he went to the table. There had 
been a time in their early married life when Alice had 
always had it covered with a white cloth, but now, only 
soiled blue oilcloth lay upon it. Near the plate Harvey 
had used that noon was a dried puddle of coffee. The 
skins of home smoked sausages lay in a heap by a 
saucer. Potatoes, that had been boiled in their skins, 
filled an old cracked bowl. Harvey swept the scraps in- 
to the greasy slop bucket and stacked the dishes in a 
pan of cold water which he set on the stove to heat. 

After washing the dishes, he swept the floor. The 
ashes and muddy pools of water made great streaks 
across the unpainted boards. Alice would not like that, 
but where she lay in her quiet room she could not see 
it. Only the snow drifted fields and wire fences met 
her gaze there. She would soon have to have her sup- 
per. There would be nothing to tempt her appetite. The 
pantry was unbelieveably bare and as he looked at the 


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empty shelves Harvey shuddered involuntarily. Alice 
had always kept them well stocked with good food. He 
turned away and going to the table began removing the 
skins from the boiled potatoes. The wind was whistling 
around the north corner of the house. The sound dis- 
quieted him. Suddenly the knife slipped and sank deep 
into his finger. The blood gushed out in hot thick pul- 
sations. Harey went to the roller towel that hung up- 
on the door. It was gray and clammy to the touch, 
but he wrapped it tightly about the wound. A dizziness 
came over him and he leaned against the garments that 
hung upon hooks on the wall. As he stood so, there 
came to him a faint smell of perfume. It was the scent 
that always seemed to cling to Alice. With a blind 
movement he turned and gathered a faded shawl into 
his arms. He stumbled to the door and up the creak- 
ing stairway. At his wife's door he paused. 

Near the window was an old heater. The glowing 
coals shone through its isinglass. Their dull red light 
gleamed softly upon the worn blue rug and the bed that 
stood in a dim corner. 

Harvey turned to look at his wife. She was asleep 
and lay in a habitual manner with one arm resting be- 
neath her cheek. Her long waving hair, dulled by fever 
and neglect, lay tangled about her. The colorful light 
softened the hollows in her cheeks, but could not hide 
the blueness and transparency of her eyelids. 

Harvey went slowly to the bedside and stood looking 
down at her. He lifted her hand that lay upon the 
patchwork quilt. How rough and worn it was. He 
laid it back gently upon the cover. Something in its 
half closed position as it lay there caused Harvey's 
throat to constrict with sudden fierceness. All she need- 
ed was care and new surroundings. 

Through the window the firelight shone upon the 


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snow-covered porch top. Though all was dark beyond, 
Harvey could almost see the desolation of the snow- 
bound fields with their rows and rows of black staring 
fences. This — the farm — had been his father's home 
and his grandfather's long before him. It had always 
been a cruel taskmaster with its barren acres, but they 
had clung jealously to it. Now, out of the past they 
seemed to rise and urge him to stay. It was as if they 
and an inexorable destiny stood in the far corner of the 
room whispering to him that, if one must go, let it be 
Alice. That would leave him alone — alone through 
the long nights, in this empty house, listening to the 
creaking floors, if he could not leave this place — a 
flurry of sleet rattled ominously against the window 
pane, and through the tops of the mulberry trees the 
wind blew wailing wierdly. 

Sudden sickening fear smote him. If only Alice 
would awaken and speak to him. He looked again at 
the quiet hand. The small diamond upon her finger 
gleamed like a shining tear. With calm insistence 
the knowledge came to him that it was one of the few 
beautiful presents he had ever given her. Even that 
had been given before their marriage and life together 
on the farm. All the things she had wanted in the old 
days returned to him. How passionately fond of beauty 
she had been. 

The room was very peaceful in the warm red firelight 
and only the coals settling i:i the grate broke the silence. 

Gradually fear left him and infinite contentment 
stole over the man. Alice would soon awaken. He 
would be there to see her smile ; to watch her eyes wid- 
en at the things he had to tell her. What would it mat- 
ter if life had been hard in the past? 

Harvey thought rapidly. He would buy a little home 
somewhere in the south where warm ocean breez- 


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es would strengthen her. Dr. Hartzman had said Alice 
needed — yes, there would be a white capped efficient 
nurse, too, until the time when her assistance would 
no long-er be needed. 

The pathway of wonderful things that he was able 
to do for Alice stretched before him as sun-flecked, 
moon-glinted miles. 

Never would anything matter but the still form upon 
the bed. — Magdalene Burmeister. 

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Some faces of the folks I meet 

Are sad, and some are gay ; 
Some grim and sour ; some strong and sweet 

Revealing an inner ray. 
The face of youth — the one God gives — 

Foretells through many dreams. 
That firm and glorious hope yet lives, 

And future purpose gleams. 
The face of age is one of fact, 

A history of life. 
If built on truth or truth has lacked. 

Through days of joy and strife. 
By each face is a story told. 

And each one builds the face. 
That shall be his when he is old. 

And lines do not erase. — Agnes M. Davis. 

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Those Sunday Night Dates. 

You know the feeling if you've been there, and if 
you haven't — well, you've missed something. But, you 
who have been there, remember how you scurried 
around that Sunday night, and the lost hair net, and — 
but I'd better begin at the beginning. 


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Your Illinois College friend had asked to call ! The 
necessary permission had been granted, and all thru 
supper hour you were unusually absent-minded. What 
would you talk about? The first minutes do drag so, 
if you haven't a snappy subject to start in on. 

Once up-stairs you arranged your hair, and saw to 
it that your nose had the proper coating of powder ; not 
because you wanted to make an impression, oh no, but 
because one always does those little things anyway. 
You glance at the clock — six-forty — he couldn't possi- 
bly arrive before seven-thirty. At that moment the 
telephone rang, and there was much racing to get there 

"What? Who? Room 120? Oh, I'll see," and slam- 
ming the receiver into place, you knock on door 120. 
This process is repeated, with some slight variations, 
three or four times, and then you decide you have had 
enough. What shall you do to fill in the time ? You look 
around you and then exclaim, "Oh! there's my new 
book that I got Christmas and haven't had time to read 
yet. I'll read some." 

Time passes ! The next thing you are aware of is 
someone pounding in the door, and in response to your 
premptory, "Come", the girl across the hall looks in 
and says with a meaning smile, "Your caller has arriv- 
ed." "My what ? Oh, yes ! And here I am in the mid- 
dle of a chapter." 

The book is tossed on the bed, and after a last hasty 
glance you go down. There is an awkward silence after 
your first greeting. Then you begin your conversation 
by way of the reception and those present. 

"Did you really enjoy it?" 

"Oh, ever so much. I never saw so many girls in 
so small a space in my life." 

And so on to the n'th degree. Then you begin 

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on lessons and continue on them for a half hour or so. 
What next? You glance at your watch and find you 
have forty minutes more to go. Then, in a flash of in- 
spiration, you both begin on your school magazines. 
The argument gets warm and grows interesting. It 
becomes almost exciting, and curls up 'round the edges. 
Then, just as you feel you are almost victor, the bell 
rings. Both of you rise and continue the argument while 
he puts on his coat. He says he has had a wonderful 
evening and departs. But you go up the stairs two at 
a time and dash into your room. You seize your book, 
and in less than four minutes are lost to the world. 

— Genevie M. Blankenship 

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Dark night drew near 
With the sounds so drear 
Of the ocean tide 
On the wind-swept side 
Of the coast land by the sea. 

No life was seen, 
Save a tiny gleam 
From the window high 
Of the light-house nigh 
Looming dark on the misty sea. 

The sea guUs fair 

In the darkling air 

Circled round yon hulk 

Of a noble bulk 

Of a ship lying low in the deeps. 

— Winifred Potter. 

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The Old Ridge Cemetery. 

The Ridge, so named because it is a ridge of hills, 
is in the center of the county. It is the nucleus about 
which the country was settled in the very early part 
of the nineteenth century. Scientists tell us that these 
hills are the result of glacial action many centuries ago. 

The summit of the highest one is reached by travel- 
ing up a narrow, winding, road, which passes some- 
times under overhanging trees and sometimes along the 
edge of a ravine, across which one can look down on 
the receding valley. On top of this hill is a level space, 
almost clear of trees. It was here that the pioneers 
brought their dead. Why they chose this spot, no one 
knows. Some of the graves are sunken hollows, and 
some are low mounds; some are marked by granite 
slabs, and some by rocks; but over all is the short, 
scraggly, growth of grass and briers, with here and 
there a small evergreen shrub. On the central and 
highest point stands one lone tree. Beneath it is the 
oldest grave of all. It is covered over with large, flat, 
rocks, on one of which is scratched a name and date. 
Not all of the inscription is legible, but the year is 1809. 

As one stands under this sentinel of the ages, he 
can see the whole country spread out before him like a 
picture. Near at hand is the dark green of the tree 
tops in the ravine, which gradually merges into the 
lighter green of the valley below. This valley appears 
as one great garden, divided by white lines, which are 
really roads, into separate green, yellow, and brown 
squares. Splotches of dark green denote an orchard or 
grove, near which a red or white spot marks the home 
of a farmer. To the left, a dark, moving line, with 
a white column of smoke at the front, proves to be a 
miniature train on its way toward the distant city. If 
the day is particularly clear, we may distinguish the 


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church spires and water towers against the blue of the 
sky. Away down there, everyone and everything is 
rushing about intent on various occupations ; up here 
high above them, all is stillness and calm. Truly, 
those old pioneers showed wisdom in choosing this 
peaceful spot above the busy world for the final rest- 
ing place of their loved ones. — Opa l Morgan. 
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The Other Half. 

"Half the world gets up in the morning and wrestles 
with the dawn, while half thinks about getting up and 
plays with the daylight." Half the world splashes in 
the cold shower and rushes down to breakfast, while 
the other half sniffs the bacon, snuggles further down 
inside the covers and blames the whole institution for 
the cold weather. I am a member of the latter half. 

Deep down in my sub-conscious mind I am uncom- 
fortably aware of a foolish promise made to arise early 
to finish that neglected French lesson. But a sudden: 
swirl of wind drives me farther beneath the blanketsj 
and sends me dozing comfortably to continue my dream 
just where I left off. 

A quiet room, a slumbering roommate, a luxuriously 
warm bed, and blissful dreams — suddenly all pleasure 
vanishes before the burr-r-r of the brazen bell above my 
door. It peals forth bidding me rise : 'but there's many 
a peal 'twixt the bed and the meal ! ! The cow-bell be- 
gins with monotonous clang, and I can hear the accom- 
panying tread and stumbling on the steps of the bell- 
ringer. It ceases and again silence reigns. I shift my 
position and encounter cold spots in the yet unexplored 
region of the bed. The Indian blanket has slipped to 
the floor. I hold a long and serious mental debate as to 
the advisibility of pulling it up again. Shivering in an- 
ticipation I make a futile grab at it and again am made 


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forcibly aware of the the open window. I try desperate- 
ly to sleep, but the merry morning breezes linger about 
me too lovingly for peace and rest. 

Spitfully, I call to my still slumbering roommate, 
"Com'on, let's get up." Her only answer is a snore. 
Little sinner, she knows too well to wake up — the 
window is open. How thoughtless roommates are ! She 
is nearer the window than I and really should pull it 
down. Besides, she was the one who put it up. 

Patiently, I ignore her indolence and attempt to forti- 
fy my courage with thoughts of all the noble characters 
of history. Joan of Arc doubtless endured far worse 
hardships than that of shutting a window. I wonder at 
the girl who has the will power to arise at three a. m. 
to study her lessons. I marvel especially at the brav- 
ery of the man who rings the bell awakening so many 
weary students. My hard-hearted roommate still 
snores. She is so self-contradictory. Only yesterday 
morning, I had planned for unbroken rest till nine- 
thirty, but at six-twenty my roommate was fighting 
the furniture and stepping on every creak in the floor. 
Why can't she be altruistic and get up when it is of ben- 
efit to others ? How I wish she would pull that window 
down ! In the daytime she is forever complaining when 
I raise the window. Now's the chance to have that 
window down. 

Yet a little slumber and yet a little dreaming in the 
land of Half-Awake, until — seven-twenty — it can't be 
possible. Well, there's time to get down to breakfast if 
I don't stop to wash my face. — Mabel Bloomer. 
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Remember, you students,and you once-were students, 
what you owe to your Alma Mater; and try to repay 
in the small way of dollars and cents that which in 
reality can never be fully repayed. Don't forget Endow- 
ment. 129 

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The College Calendar. 
24 — Inter-class extempore and impromptu contest. 
25 — Phi Nu Banquet. 
27 — Miss Anderson's Freshmen Tea. 

Frances Ingram's recital. This was the second 
of the Artist Series and the program was im- 
mensely appreciated. Miss Ingram has appear- 
ed here before and no mention need be made 
of her wonderful voice and charming personal- 

2 — Dr. Hayes' Lecture. 
3 — Theta Sigma Anniversary Banquet. 
7 — Minstrel Show by the Glee Club. 
9 — Forrest-Mehus recital. 
11 — Mr. Ward's lecture. 
13 — Gym exhibition. 

16 — Mehus-Morris recital. Alma Mehus, pianist, 
Margarethe Morris, violinist, of Chicago, will 
give the first of the "Young Artist Series" 
that are to be given under the auspices of the 
children's department. Miss Mehus appeared 
here informally several times last year and 
made such a favorable impression that every- 
one is delighted to have the opportunity to 

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hear her in recital. Both are very accomp- 
lished musicians although the former is only 
eighteen and the latter sixteen. 

18 — Junior-Senior Party. 

20 — Advanced students' recital. 

23 — Glee Club program at Winchester, 111. 

25 — Lambda Mu Banquet. 

27— Alpha Pi Delta At Home to the Faculty. 

Zoellner Quartette. 

30 — Home Economics Dinner and Business Meeting 
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The Washington Birthday Party 

On the afternoon of February 22, 1922, classes 
were dismissed in order that Washington's birthday 
might be celebrated in proper fashion. Everyone, dress- 
ed either as Martha or George, marched down to the 
prettily decorated dining room with her respective 
partner, where a holiday dinner was enjoyed. The gym 
then was the place of merriment. Dancing followed the 
singing of folk songs, the "Minuet", and a play "The 
Long Ago and Now." 

The contests held by the "Greetings" resulted as 
follows : 

Story Contest: first place, "When Dusk Came" by 
Magdaline Burmeister; Second place, "Copy" by Dor- 
othy Dieman. 

Poetry Contest: no awards were made. 

Cover Contest: no awards were made. 

It is to be deplored that not more entered these 
contests. Out of the number enrolled in the college, 
one would think that the entries would be much more 
numerous than they were. Pep up, you girls of I. W. C, 
and find the ambition, the effort, the spirit, that you 
seem to have lost. 


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The Reception. 

On February 18, 1922, Dr. and Mrs. Harker were 
host and hostess at a formal reception at I. W. C. 
Their guests were the faculty, the town friends of the 
school, we college girls and our own guests. 

Fragrant flowers, attractive furnishings, and soft, 
colorful lamps made the entire school a charming set- 
ting for the pretty gowns that were everywhere. Soft 
strains of music, floating from a mysterious somewhere, 
completed the scene. Delicious refreshments were 
served in the Phi Nu and Belle Lettres Halls. 

All the guests spent a delightful evening. We I. 
W. C. girls were especially happy, for we all appreciated 
the kindness of Dr. and Mrs. Harker, who do so very 
much for our comfort and pleasure. Not only by means 
of the annual reception, but in countless other ways, 
our president and his wife continually express their 
thoughtfulness for the welfare of the college and its 
members. — L. S. 

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Class spirit waxed warm at I. W. C. during the 
inter-class contest on Thursday evening, February 24. 
The program consisted of extempore and impromptu 
speeches — each class being represented by four con- 
testants. The judges were Miss Leonhard, Rev. Rob- 
ertson, and Mayor Crabtree. The decisions were : 

Extempore — (1) Miriam McOmber (Sr) ;(2)Lucile 
Vick (Soph.). 

Impromptu — (1) Alma Blodgett (Jr.) ; (2) Ethel 
Morris (Fresh.). 

TEAM HONORS— Extempore— Seniors ; Improm- 
ptu — Juniors. 


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V. I. A. 

Loyalty In School. 

Do you know what "loyalty" means ? If you do not, 
you should, for that is the very thing for which we are 
striving here at I. W. C. The dictionary says that 
loyalty is the faithfulness toward a leader, course, or 
principle. How many people in this world have merely 
a vague idea of what real loyalty is ? Are you one of 
these people who knows what it means, but who does 
not make a practice of loyalty ? 

Loyalty should be shown in every phase of life, and 
especially should it be shown in a college, or school of 
any kind. 

There are so many places in which we need to prac- 
tice loyalty, that perhaps we consider it as not being 
our duty. Is this fair to your fellow-students? In 
college every person should be filled with loyalty. Just 
stop a moment and consider what the word means to 
you. Get your own individual meaning of it and then 
act out your meaning. 

In school, a student should first be loyal to the 
school as a whole ; next to the faculty ; then to her fel- 
low-class-mates ; and finally to herself. 

Class spirit is practically the same thing as loyal- 
ty. A college is much more lively if there is a 
great amount of class spirit and class rivalry. How- 
ever, rivalry must be felt and expressed in the right 

What this college, and every college needs, is more 
school and class loyalty ; more class rivalry ; and more 
pep and vim in every part of the school life. 

Consider this, and say to yourself, "What can I do 
to feel and show my loyalty to my school ?" 

— The Campus Scout. 

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We have all wondered at times, no doubt, just what 
we would doing five years, ten years, fifteen years from 
now. Reports have come in from the one hundred and 
sixty-two degree graduates of this school, who, when 
they are in school, probably wondered the same thing 
— what will I be doing? As history of the past is a 
guide to the future, perhaps these statistics may give 
you some idea of that ten years hence. 

Of the aforementioned 162 graduates — there are: 
2 dead. 
46 married, who together possess 32 children. 
2 librarians, 
newspaper women, 

social service workers, 

Y. W. C. A. workers. 
1 college lecturer. 

4 business women. 
1 dietition. 

5 government workers. 
1 X-Ray operator. 

Of these 162, 25 had graduate study and 16 have 
Master's degrees. They live in 25 different states, and 
85 of them live in Illinois towns. How is that for va- 
riety ? 







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The month of February brought a number of old 
girls back to attend the society banquets, among them, 
class of 1914, Hazel Hamilton; 1916, Betty Merrill; 
1917, Anne Floreth; 1918, Katherine Madden; 1919, 
Mrs. Walter Mansfield, Alice Haines, Myra Kirkpatrick, 
Sarah Dietrich Nichol; '21, Louise Koehm, Vera Ward- 
ner, Huldah Harmel, Sue Wade; ex '22, Mary Miller, 
Christine Thompson; ex '23, Frances Cunningham, 
Grace Hasenstab, Zay Wright, Merlin Terhune ; ex '20 , 
Harriet Watt, Dorothy Hammond, Dorothy Kennedy; 
ex '24, Stella Cummings, Olwen Leach, Edna Peters, 
Helen Carpenter, 

Mrs. L. R. Stanforth, formerly Mary Severn of the 
class of 1912, died August 27, 1920 in Indianapolis. 

Mrs. W. 0. Eades of Yates Center, Kansas, form- 
erly Asenath Elliott of the 1873 class — died November 
18, 1921. 

Mrs. Elhs M. Allen, Mary Rutledge Patterson, of 
the class of 1859 died February 24. As one of the earli- 
est alumnae of the college, she has always had a warm 
affection for the institution and the alumnae associa- 
tion, helping to organize the Chicago society of L W. C. 
All her life she was active in missionary and religious 
circles. In her death, the college has lost one of its 
best friends. 

The upper class societies are all welcoming new 
members, the result of the bids being as follows : Belles 
Lettres, Audrey King ; Lambda Alpha Mu, Miriam Mc- 
Omber, Irene Parli, Janette Meredith, and Mary Alice 
Harper ; Phi Nu, Mary Lois Clark, Faye Fullerton, Mil- 
dred Homrighous, Faye Holder, and Lucille Johnson; 
Theta Sigma ; Lucy Marko, Margaret Dryden, and Ger- 
trude Unversaw. 


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©^e (Tollege (Greetings 

The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

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Editorials 136 

New Officers Welcome 137 

Chapel and Our College Life 137 

Smilin' 141 

Spring 142 

To a Blue Bird 143 

Threshing Time 143 

The Changing Easter 145 

"Margaret Modell" 146 

A Campus 147 

A Case of Necessity 147 

The Launching of The Ship 148 

College Calendar 150 

Basket Ball Tournament 151 

Sophomore Recognition 151 

V. L A. 152 

Alumnae 153 

Information Wanted 154 

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Vol. XXIV/ . Jacksonville, 111., April, 1922 No. 7 

Editor-in-chief Ada Clotfelter 

Associate Editor Hazel Dell 

Assistant Editors Margaret Fowler, Eleanor Sanford 

Business Manager Lura Hurt 
Assistant Business Managers Flo Dikeman, Frances Paulding 

Art Editor Jennie Lacy 

Faculty Adviser Miss Johnston 

Sophomore Staff. 

Editor-in-chief Audrey King 

Associate Editor Katherine Yanseck 

Staff — Eleanor Sanford, Francis Paulding, Lucile Vick, Dorothy 

Faculty Advisor — Miss Whitmer, 


(Introducing the Scribbler's Club) 
There has always been a decided fascination for 
me about little coteries of literary people. I think it 
first arose from reading my favorite Irving's descrip- 
tions of English authors' clubs with their jolly dinners 
and meetings. But however that may be, the fascina- 
tion is certainly present and forms one of the chief 
reasons why I have been so interested lately in a little 
club which has just been formed in our college — the 
Scribblers' Club. 

There is considerable talent in this little club. 
Some do poetry, some short stories, and some try every- 
thing, but the best points about it all are that whatever 
they do, they do it seriously and in their best manner 
with the firm intent of creating something good enough 
for publication; and that they are prepared to endure 
and encourage a thorough criticism by the rest of the 
club without so much as winking an eyehd. 


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That is bound to produce results. Constructive 
criticism correctly received cannot but improve and 
encourage. And the fact that publication, and pos- 
sibly several pence, await the manuscript whose author 
has profited by all these hardships, will certainly be 
added impetus to the activity of the club's members. 

The little Scribblers' Club is destined for success. 
Who knows but there we may find a Martha Irving, a 
Bridget Elia, a Lady Byron or an Eleanor Poe? 


New Officers Welcome. 

Just as the higher forms of life evolve from the 
lower, so all student organizations must be raised to a 
highest standard of success by each succeeding genera- 
tion. Since last spring the present Senior class has 
held major oflfces, presiding over important meetings, 
done the hundred and one things that fall to the lot of 
the oldest class. Now, they are about to relinquish their 
duties and privileges to the group next in order, the 
Juniors. To them will all the task of building upon the 
successes of '22, and making them seem trivial in the 
light of their acomplishments ; of developing a more 
eflicient Y. W. C. A., a better "Greetings", a higher 
standard of student honor. We know it can be done, and 
they are well-fitted for the work. We Sophomores offer 
to them our best wishes and co-operation in their re- 
sponsibilities. — E. W. '24. 

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Chapel and Our College Life. 

Do you remember that first September morning in 
chapel when we found ourselves in the midst of strang- 
ers ? Many of them were quite as perplexed as we in 
the new surroundings but all of them were singing 
lustily the hymns we had known all of our lives. No 


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matter how far away we felt ourselves to be from all 
that we knew best and loved, we now began to have 
that feeling of peace which always comes with do- 
ing a familiar thing together. By closing our eyes 
and dreaming a little we could imagine ourselves at 
home in our own church, and after a few moments the 
terrible homesickness had left us — left us free to en- 
joy our first glimpse of college life. 

Instead of a mere blur of faces, the audience sud- 
denly became a mass of individuals, each with a per- 
sonality and all of them potential friends. The ones who 
listen so eagerly to last year's Honor Roll must be "old" 
girls, and one wonders if in another year there will be 
the same thrill for us in hearing that Honor Roll. 

But that first service is only one of many and be- 
fore the end of the semester it seemed quite the natural 
thing to go every morning to the chapel. No longer 
do we wonder who the girls are who sit near us because 
they are now our real friends ; girls to work with and 
to love, girls to play with and admire. As they slowly 
file in, each one carrying the books of a previous class, 
we feel that they are coming into an atmosphere where 
ideals can be strengthened and mere worries forgotten. 
There is something quite reassuring in the sound of 
the organ playing softly, as though it were expressing 
some real need of the human heart which would pre- 
sently be answered. No one of us is strong enough to 
meet life single-handed, and each morning in chapel we 
are able to get a more true perspective on life, and to 
feel ^at we do not stand alone. During that first 
year, especially, we need such an assurance, for things 
will not always be what we had hoped, and unless there 
is this kind of help present we may find our college life 
touched with bitterness instead of inspirations. 


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But chapel is not always the same, day after day, 
and week after week, for some of our most important 
events take place here. Senior recognition is one of 
the first of these, and on this day we realize almost for 
the first time, that these girls will soon be leaving us 
for a broad new kind of life where there is no one to 
direct or suggest the better way. The lower classes 
have their official recognition as well and these are red- 
letter days in the history of each class. 

Then come the stunts. These may range all the way 
from a fashion show (guaranteed to attract the most 
fastidious) to a stern and dignified staff meeting of the 
College Greetings. In any case it is well to be on hand 
when a stunt is predicted, to defend one's own reputa- 
tion if for no other reason. Students have been known 
to take the greatest liberties by making the most em- 
barrassing experiences public — in other colleges, of 
course. Naturally, such a thing is quite unheard of — 
in the Woman's College. 

Shall we ever forget, those of us who have been 
here longer, the morning that "Willy" came sliding 
down a tight-rope from the balcony to the platform, 
dressed as a clown and ringing the "cowbell" madly? 
This was the introduction we all had to Endowment, 
that old frend of whom we hear so much these days. 
After "Willy"had aroused our curiosity to the highest 
point. Dr. Harker explained what the Endowment was 
to do for I. W. C. and what we were to do for the En- 
dowment, and our enthusiasm carried us, with much 
cheering and singing, clear to the campus of Illinois 
College. No wonder the Endowment began to grow at 
once, with so much publicity and the support of the 
whole college. 

But such chapel services are the exception rather 


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than the rule, and although they will stand out in our 
memory, it is not to these that our minds naturally 
turn when we think of 'chapel'. Instead, we seem to 
see our president standing before us as we repeat to- 
gether some of the most beautiful passages in the Bible 
or perhaps, as he gives one of his short chapel talks. 
Occasionally some distinguished guest of the college 
gives a short address during the chapel hour, but these 
are entirely different from the short, familiar talks we 
usually have. 

We find it hard to believe, as we are so often told, 
that these four years are a period of leisure, but we 
can easily see that our ideals are being formed now 
as they never can be again, and that we must try now 
to make our college life measure up to the high stand- 
ards set before us. In these short talks, many of our 
problems are discussed and we are never allowed to 
forget that our most important task, while in college, 
is to build up a strong and splendid character, so that 
we may go out well equipped to meet life. Until we 
came to college many of us had taken our religious life 
very much as a matter of course and later, when we 
began to go into the reasons for our beliefs, we found 
ourselves sadly confused. This is one problem of many 
which the chapel talks have solved alone. 

It seems to be the natural inclination of young 
people who are enjoying life to let things drift a little, 
and here again we find ourselves brought to face with 
the inevitable question of our future. An education is 
a beautiful thing in itself, but it is not an ornament to 
be cultivated solely for its beauty, and so in chapel we 
are frequently given helpful suggestions as to a life 
work. Probably if it were not for these suggestions, 
most of us would go on blindly selecting our studies 


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at random and a deciding on a career within a few 
weeks of commencement day. 

When we have left college and are dreaming, as 
everyone does, of the days that are gone, what is it 
that will stay longest in our memories ? Surely not the 
good times we have had for there are too many to re- 
member each one, and we will find that most of them 
have faded into a rosy haze. The studies which we 
do not directly apply will slip from us much faster than 
we had thought possible, but our really distinct im- 
pressions will be of serious discussions we have had 
with our closest friends, and of the half-hours spent 
in chapel where we heard the homely wisdom of ex- 
perience applied to our own problems by one who had 
faced them all himself. Perhaps if we realized at once 
the lasting influence of this side of our college life, we 
could appreciate its value even while we are here, and 
not wait until it is far behind us. 



What a queer sort of world this'd be 
If nobody ever smiled at me; 
But just went hurryin' on, straight by, 
Wishin' maybe, he could fly. 

But isn't it fine there's always been 
Some people who generally wear a grin? 
It matters not how blue they get 
Whenever you see 'em, they're smilin' yet. 

Sometimes when our trail seems long and dreary, 
We're really inclined to forget to be cheery. 
But every cloud has a silver linin' 
Remember that. It'll keep you smilin'. — L. A. '24. 


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The first thing I was aware of was the ringing of 
the same old "cow bell" and tht heavy, thumping steps 
of the ringer. As was usual, I turned over to take the 
second little nap, and was ready to continue my dreams 
when I heard the calling of a bird in the distance. Pos- 
sibly he was calling his mate — who knows? Anyway I 
listened and wondered if he was singing an augmented 
fourth or a perfect fifth. I managed to open one eye 
part way and noticed on the floor a patch of sunlight 
playing with the roses in my pink rug. The whole room 
was full of the atmosphere of Spring. The minute I 
saw the sunshine I realized that the whole out-of-doors 
was like this and it seemed to call me. I forgot the ever 
present thought of how much I had to do, and with one 
leap I was out of bed. In just two steps I was at my 
window enjoying the fragrant spring air. Surely this 
rare moment was worth all the bother of carrying an 
umbrella for the past three days. It seemed as if in 
one night the grass -had turned from a lifeless brown 
to a beautiful green, and each bud on the trees was at 
least one-half inch longer. The freshness of the breeze 
as it blew against my face gave me the impulse to rush 
out into it. But as I stood there the question popped 
into my mind, "What will I wear today ?" I went to the 
wardrobe to look over the serges and tricotines that had 
been so faithful all winter. On the first hook was the 
old standby, the blue serge middy suit which had en- 
abled me to obtain my bacon and eggs so many morn- 
ings. But I longed for a dainty pink and white check- 
ed gingham with its fresh white collar and cuffs. I 
immediately decided to write to the folks and suggest 
the matter to them. In the meantime I found my old 
blue gingham in the bottom of the trunk. By adding an 
organdy collar and cuffs and a little black tie, the re- 


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suiting effect made me feel more equal to the morning. 
After breakfast, instead of studying for the Eng- 
lish Lit. class, I took a walk and caught the spring fev- 
er — and I have not been able to study since — J. M. H.'24 
< > nnn < > 

Way down the glen for you I look, 
Upon each bush and in each nook, 
And then you at last I see, 
Perched upon your own small tree. 

I sit down upon the old broad stile 
And watch you at your play. 
You bring to me a happy smile 

For the scents of violet and new mown hay 

Oh, little forerunner of spring. 

Do you know or can you guess 

Just what happiness you bring, 

And what sorrows you make less? — D. D. 

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Threshing Time. 

"Oh boys! Oh boys!" 

If you hear that call and see the streak of sun- 
shine that plays with the colors on the rag rug near 
your bed, you find it impossible to sleep longer. You 
wonder how the boys upstairs can sleep on such a 
wonderful morning. You are still wondering when you 
hear — "Say, boys! It's five o'clock and we thresh to- 
day. Are you moving ?" 

"All right, Dad!" 

The threshing time at Richwoods is very interest- 
ing. From early mom until late at night for several 
days all is hustling and bustling. The housewives do 
little else but cook and wash dishes. Pies and pies are 
baked ; and the little city girl asks, with her eyes wide 
open in astonishment, how could so many pies be eaten 


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at one meal. She forgets all about the cooking, though, 
when her cousin Ben asks her to help him carry water. 
Those funny brown jugs with corncob stoppers in them 
do not seem to her to be the thing to carry water in. 
Would not water taste better out of tin cups than such 
funny jugs? 

Everything on the farm is on the move. Every 
horse from Old Dick to Young Lucy is needed. Both 
of the buggies that were discarded when the Ford was 
bought, are now used to carry water. The old Shepherd 
dog runs until you think he'll drop dead under the hot 
noon sun. The frightened cattle move to the farthest 
shade in the pasture. The chickens are frightened at 
first, too, but later strut around with an air of "We are 
celebrating here today! Listen to the threshing ma- 
chine !" 

At noon, when the sun is the hottest, and the lit- 
tle city girl has been satisfied in finding out that not 
even one piece of all those pies is left, all is quiet for 
about one-half hour. The men rest out in the yard un- 
der the shade trees and smoke their corncob pipes, while 
the "wimmin folks" sit down for the first time all day, 
to enjoy their dinner. 

Towards the evening, sometimes, near the last day, 
word will be received at the kitchen that if the men can 
work until seven, they will not have to return the next 
day. Then there is one great scurry; and the cooks 
hustle to prepare a good supper for the tired threshers. 
Many times there are some queer but tempting com- 
binations for desert because there was not time enough 
to bake more pies. To the cooks, a meal for threshers 
without pies is as bad as a church on Sunday morning 
without its preacher. 

On the last day after the last wagon has gone down 
the road there is a sigh from all. It is a sigh of relief, 
but a happy one. — H. B. '24. 


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The Changing Easter. 

Not so long ago, I remember, Easter meant to me 
the gathering of brightly colored eggs on Easter morn- 
ing and the carrying in of a flowering tulip at Sunday 
School, along with a horde of other little people all sing- 
ing some Easter hymn and feeling proud to be so dress- 
ed up and happy. A little later, in about the Senior 
year at High School, perhaps, my Easter became com- 
pletely changed. It then seemed, to me, to be the only 
logical time for new spring clothes to display them- 
selves to the public eye and accordingly, I prepared for 
Easter. It was probably about this time, too, that 
Dad began to realize in a material way, the dilf erence 
between childhood and youth. 

That was two years ago. Now I have another idea 
of Easter. It can be summed up in one word — relaxa- 
tion. I have long ceased to care whether or not I shall 
have a new spring outfit for the Day, or whether, even 
the Easter rabbit will be good to me. I think now on- 
ly of the blessed bit of vacation which comes along with 
it. Perhaps, I'm becoming lazy, or perhaps, it is old 
age's first advances, but whatever it is, I simply count 
the four days in which I intend to loaf and pray that 
they may go slowly. 

A rather material interpretation, isn't it? I'm 

ashamed to confess that only seldom does the Day's real 

significance come upon me; that is was on this day, 

just nineteen hundred and twenty-two years ago, that 

our Lord arose. I hope that in the changing Eeaster's of 

the future, there may come one, and soon, when I can 

fully appreciate and understand the true meaning of 

the Ressurrection. — A. K. 

< >iiiiii( — > 

Fifteen years ago, if you had passed thru that re- 
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would have seen wondrous sand dunes. Dunes excelled 
by none the world over, that towered over great areas 
of sand as if to guard them against invasion by mod- 
ern man. And peace was everywhere. 

Then one day the deep silence was broken. Man 
had arrived and with him he brought plans for a wond- 
er city — a city of steel. 

If today you were to go over the same region you 
would still see wonderful dunes, lonely now, guarding 
the only thing that has been left them — the waters of 
the lake. You would see too that the plans of man 
have worked out just as he wished them to. Upon the 
glistening sands that lay undisturbed for centuries he 
has built the "wonder city". And those lonely, beauti- 
ful sentinels that guard the shore gaze mournfully up- 
on what was once theirs, but is theirs no longer. — Kay. 

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Margaret Model!." 

When but a wee little lass, I remember well. 
We had a kind loving maid named Margaret Modell 
She was cheerful and gay as the bright, sunny flowers 
And often would tell us tales by the hours. 

Always, when the meal time was o'er, 
We would gaily frolic through the wide, open door. 
And then silently grouping 'round our loving Modell, 
Would listen to the tales of fairies she'd tell. 
Sometmes we would watch the moon sailing along. 
Surrounded by stars in a myriad throng. 

Sometimes, and this we all loved the best, 

With father, mother and all of the rest. 

Around the glowing fire we would sit 

And watch the changing shadows flit. 

And one of these whom we loved so well 

Was our dear little maid called Margaret Modell. — F. F. 


Z3^e College (brzzlinf^s 

When you read the little note 
That's been slipped under the door 
Saying you musn't leave these grounds 
Ft)r two whole weeks or more, 
That's a "campus". 

When Rudolph Valentino is to be on the screen 
And all day you think and all nite you dream 
Of his wonderful lips and the light in his eye 
Still you can not go you feel you must die, 
That's a "campus". 

When you go to church on Sunday 
Accompanied by a "chap" 
And every time you turn around 
Somebody smiles or laughs. 
That's a "campus". 

When you can't go to Peacocks' 
Even tho you're getting thin, 
And you can't receive a caller 
For that's committing "sin". 
That's a "campus". 

So now, dear Sistern, do beware. 
Take heed my friends and do take care 
Of how you act and where you dance. 
For here's some advice in advance. — Kay '24. 
( ITUTn( ) 

A Case of Necessity 

The other day as I was sitting on the steps out 
here in front, I saw four girls balancing on the curb- 
stone on the corner. They were grabbing frantically 
for a sack of popcorn which was being held out entic- 
ingly. Nary a step did these girls take over that curb- 
stone, which fact seemed to be causing much hilarity. 
Why did they not take the brave ste across ? 


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They were starting back and uon reaching Music 
Hall they stopped in the same abrupt way. I saw no 
great obstacle in their path except a muddy alley. They 
turned back and once more did the lock step in a most 
proficient manner. They looked more like prisoners to 
me than school girls but perhaps they could have been 
playing both roles at the same time. They were thor- 
oughly enjoying their walk, and judging from the 
gait, you would almost believe they were going some 
place. Each time they fooled me and refused to take 
a step past the border line. Those foolish girls, why 
didn't they go on like the rest of us do? Long walks 
are always so much satisfying and picturesque — now, 
if I were wanting to take a walk, I should roam leisure- 
ly off the campus and wind around the outskirts of the 
town. And then, perhaps I'd drop casually in some 
place and buy a few things to eat. I most certainly 
would not pace upon and down on a weather beaten 
path and use up all my energy, nervous and otherwise, 
trying to keep my feet. But everybody has a right to 
his own likes and dishkes, and some people's tastes are 
formed by necessity. — M. L. C. 

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The Launching of the Ship. 

The endowment which Illinois Woman's College, 
along with a group of other schools, intends raising, 
was begun this last week, represented by the launching 
of a ship. 

The emblem of the campaign has been well chosen. 
There is something about a ship's taking the water 
and making her initial voyage which is truly thrilling. 
It means a further step of man in his overcoming of 
difficulties. It signifies another victory for intellect 
over the great unbridled forces of nature. And, just 
so it is with the Endowment. Does it not mean the 


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overcoming of the difficulties incident upon lack of 
power of growth? And does not its obtaining mean 
the overcoming of the great forces, ignorance and 

It is one of the sad things of this world that very- 
little can be accomphshed without the aid of "filthy 
lucre." True, genius may sometimes struggle to the 
top by starvation and even talent may obtain a degree 
of success by nothing more than its own qualities. 
But it occasionly happpens that Genius is overcome by 
starvation beore the top is in sight and Talent may 
become relegated to obscurity because of lack of meons 
to carry on. 

We scarcely know whether to put our college under 
the head of Genius or that of Talent; but the cases of 
both are practically the same. They both need the 
where-with-all to enable them to forget the more sordid 
money matters of life and to turn their whole attention 
to their artistic intent. So it is with a college, except 
that the college has the greater worry, if the where- 
with-all is not forthcoming. A college has so many 
mouths to feed — complaining, impatient mouths, if 
they're not well filled ! It has so little of the sympathy 
and understanding which genius or talent almost always 
receive. It may manage a final success in spite of early 
poverty, but, to carry out the analogy, it too needs the 

Let us imagine that the Illinois Woman's college, 
our Alma Mater, is a struggling young artist on some 
out-of-the-way foreign shore — a shore not too enlight- 
ened to be appreciative of artistic qualities. Let us 
imagine that the successful voyage of the good ship 
Endowment means either his successful life or hopeless 
end. How many of us would be slow in adding our bit 
to the cargo? 

And after all, is not our Alma Mater struggling? 
And too, is she not our Alma Mater ? 


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May 5 - 
May 8 - 
May 15- 

Expression Contest. 

Spring Revue. 

Dramatic Club Play Tryout. 


-Senior — Junior. Fresman-Sophomore. 

Woman's Club Annual Concert at High 


-Easter Vesper Service. 

■Madrigal Concert. 

Easter vacation begins. 
-Terhune-Kreige Recital. 
-Madame Sapio's Recital. 
-Alpha Pi Delta Banquet. 
-Ensemble Recital. 
-Home Ec. Business Meeting. 
-Professor Clark (evening). 
-Professor Clark (afternoon). 

Student Recital. 

Junior Recital, Styles and Rhinehart. 
Gertino Noble in Organ Recital. 
Cover-Terhune Recital. 
May Day. 


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In a mood both regretful and congratulatory, we 
compliment the Juniors on the winning of the Sopho- 
more-Junior Essay Contest. Margaret Fowler was 
awarded first place. Helena Betcher and Florence 
Weber tied for second. 

The Glee Club, whose entertaining minstrel-show 
amused us so well, gave a concert on March 18 at Win- 
chester. Since they went and returned in cars (?) and 
were given excellent dinners there, we should say the 
trip was satisfactory. 

Basket Ball Tournament. 

The class basket-ball tournament resulted in ul- 
timate victory for the Freshmen and Sophomores and 
was very evenly matched, the freshmen being the 

The Junior-Senior annual party took place on 
March 18, in the form of a Pierrot-Pierrette dinner 
and dance. The Juniors were the handsome Pierrots 
of the occasion and were, naturally, quite gallant to the 
dainty Pierrette Seniors. The party was held in the 
gymnasium which was attractively decorated for the 

Sophomore Recognition. 

The formal recognition service of the class of 1924 
was held in chapel, Friday March 31. The class march- 
ed into the chapel, sang the class song and gave an 
excellent program. The address was delivered by Dr. 
Pontius and had to do with the duties of a Sophomore. 

On the preceding evening, the class held a festival 
which included a class table party with angel food cake, 
and a varied program consisting of everything from 
aesthetic dancing to a very entertaining vaudeville 

The whole affair was very well gotten up and we 
believe our birthday celebration was a success. 


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V. I. A. 

I do not think one day passes by but we hear some- 
thing about what So-an-so has done. Oh no! Not a 
kind thing she has done, nor something worth noticing 
that she has accomplished. It's always something she 
ought not to have done — some slip of the mind ! 

It seems that things of that kind spread extra 
rapidly. If a girl is campus-ed, the rest of us know it 
almost before she does. The causes? Those are dis- 
cussed of course, and as that is being done, the neces- 
sary alterations are being made as the comments pass 
from mouth to mouth. 

Why should that be? There is enough good in 
our college which can overbalance the weight of those 
incidents that we can't be proud of. But the trouble 
is, we do not comment and spread things of a good and 
cheerful nature, as rapidly as we do the others. 

Wouldn't it help to praise, encourage and lift in- 
stead of to censure, comment and gossip? There is 
too much of the latter out in the world. Why not make 
our little colony a happy one by overlooking such things 
and giving the lead to the good there is in each of us ? 
Let us try it, and in the long run, we shall see that we 
are all improving. — Campus Scout. 


A SPORT is a mortal who wears a straw hat, white 
flannels, carries a cane, and says — "Bally wonderful day 
— doncha' think, deah ol' choppy?" 

A GOOD SPORT is a person who does not raise a 
row after a final decision has been given. — L. V. '24. 


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The Lambda Alpha Mu banquet brought back the 
following former students : Mabel Weiss, Bess Seward, 
Mary Bishop, Ruth Kuss, Mabel Laughlin, Mildred 
Keys, Helen Houston, Grace Harris, Katherine Whit- 
ney, Hena Munson Pickenpaugh, Gladys Jaquith Driv- 
er, LaVone Patrick, Norma Perbix and Veriel Black. 

Zay Wright '11, is reporting on the Urbana Cour- 

Helen Pursell and Mr. H. DeWitt were recently 
married and are now living in Chicago. 

Louise Harries '15, is teaching in the Medill High 
School in Chicago. 

Roxie Poland is engaged in secretarial work in 

Erva Moody ex '19 is head of the Latin department 
in Carthage College Academy. 

Ruth Mendenhall is doing social service work in 
Toledo, Ohio. 

Myra Kirkpatrick '19 is teaching in Griggsville. 

Mary McGhee '19 is teaching public school music 
in Decatur. 


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Mae Clark has charge of the Home Economics de- 
partment in the Beardstown High School. 

Leatha Eilers '20, who is also teaching in Beards- 
town, was a recent visitor at the college. 


Information Wanted. 

The efforts which the office has been putting forth 
to verify names and addresses of alumnae have met 
with a most hearty response, and the inquiries are now 
being sent out to former students, a very large numb- 
er of whom we hope to list in our new Address Direct- 
ory, along with the graduates. 

We have been unable, however, to locate the fol- 
lowing graduates, and would appreciate information 
concerning them ; this information should be addressed 
to the College, for the attention of Miss Mount : 
Mrs. Arthur V. Capps (Cora Baxter, '90) 
Mrs. James C. Thornburg (Ethel Bruner, '94) 
Miss Eda Lois Byers, '99 
Miss Edith Dahman, '13 
Mrs. Firman Thompson (Fay Clayton, '05) 
Miss Emma Deaton, '82 
Mrs. John Casey (Lillie B. Dew, '82) 
Miss Isaline Clarke Dickson, '01 
Miss Mary E. Dickson, '88 
Mrs. Harry Clifford Davis (Helen Digby, '93) 
Mrs. Frank Dailey (Mabel DeGroot, '00) 
Mrs. Mont Gibson (Lula M. Dungan, '89) 
Mrs. G. W. Bason (Ethel Fell, '01) 
Mrs. S. Taylor (Kate M. Ford, '56) 
Mrs. Lester McMurphy (Mary E. Gass, '59) 
Mrs. Ray N. Miller (Olive Click, '05) 


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Mrs. Carolyn G. Miller (Carolyn Hardy, '00) 

Mrs. A. G. Deardoff (Elizabeth Harmon, '74) 

Mrs. Robert E. Bell (Flossie Howell, '01) 

Mrs. Robert F. McMillan (Lizzie Humphrey, '65) 

Miss Caroline C. Isaecson, '05) 

Mrs. Herbert Stephens (Emma Johnston, '85) 

Miss Helen A. Jones, '14. 

Mrs Chas. Howard Emerson (Anna Evans Kimber, 92) 

Miss Bessie C. Morgan, '07 

Miss Ida M. Nichols, '81 

Miss Annie M. Olsten, '76 

Miss Emma Dicie Savage, '09 

Mrs. C. Bowman (Loretta Seymour, '82) 

Mrs. Don Riley (Florence Skiles, '10) 

Mrs. James H. Seibert (Ella Smith, '81) 

Mrs. W. J. D. Young (Ella Smith, '87) 

Mrs. John Harden Johnson (Martha Spates, '76) 

Mrs. Daniel D. Roberts (Hortense Stark, '04) 

Mrs. Etna Stivers Dwyer (Etna Stivers, '04) 

Mrs. Anna B. Raugh (Anna B. Summers, '79) 

Mrs. Sarah M. Britt (Sarah Summers, '59) 

Mrs. Lewis Simms (Elizabeth A. Welch, '63) 

Mrs. Frank S. Clarke (Mattie Weldon, '98) 

Mrs. Hal Williams Hardings (Bertha Wilson, '88) 

Mrs. Mary Wright Ford (Mary J. Wright, '64) 

Miss Gertrude Irene York, '04 


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'G i) a College (B r e e t i it 9 s 

The College Greetings is published monthly by the students 
of Illinois Woman's College. 

Contributions to its pages are solicited from the students of 
all departments, and from the alumnae. They are due the fif- 
teenth of each month. 

Subscriptions, $1.25 a year, payable in advance. Single 
copies 25c. 

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Editorial 156 

She 157 

Signs of Spring 160 

One Summer Night 161 

Red Letter Junior Days 167 

"I've Been to Arkansas" 168 

Parties 169 

Metamorphosis 175 

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Vol. S3aa^^tuS Jacksonville, 111., May 1922 No. 8 

Junior Staff. 

Editor-in-chief Alma Blodget 

Associate Editors Margaret Fowler, Josephine Rink 
Faculty Adviser Miss McLaughlin 

This issue of the Greetings is a class product, not 
the work of individuals. We feel that each one is to 
some degree, at least, responsible for tlie inspiration 
and work of others, hence credit for writing is given 
to no one. The Junior class presents its Greetings. 

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These past weeks have been bringing old girls back 
to us — old girls who are doing things that make us 
envy them. The opportunity of doing Y. W. C. A. work 
in Czecho-Slovachia seems a wonderful chance to us. 
But an I. W. C.'er has done it, Fjeril Hess, to witness, 
and has done it well. But not only was she successful 
in her work there, but she is bringing back to us, and 
to people interested in the work thru herself and the 
Y. W. C. A. Association Monthly, a glimpse into it, and 
a meaning of that association with those peoples of 
other lands which opens our hearts and minds to a 
greater understanding of what world fellowship, friend- 
ship, and love can mean. 

Louise Gates is a Y. W. C. A. worker in another 
field, that of general secretary in the silk manufactur- 
ing city of Allentown, Pennsylvania. Her work with 
city girls of all kinds is just as attractive if not as 
picturesque and unusual as service in Czecho-Slovachia. 

We are delighted to have these and other alumnae 
come back and tell of their work. It makes us more de- 
sirous of doing something worth while. But it has an- 
other interest for us — more selfish, perhaps, but it's 


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still there — we are proud that they are from our col- 
lege. We would very willingly accept an opportunity 
of saying, "Yes, Fm a graduate of the Illinois Woman's 
College, the same school from which Fjeril Hess and 
Louise Gates, and many others graduated." The nam- 
ing of these two does not lower the high honor in which 
we hold other alumnae, but recency brings these more 
strongly to mind. 

Will the students of ten years hence, be just as 
willing to say, "Yes I'm from the same college she is, 
Illinois Woman's College. She finished here in '22 or 
'23, or '24 or '25." 

Let's make ourselves worthy to be remembered, 
for our work in school and afterwards. Perhaps for all 
will not be such important positions as Y. W. C. A. 
people, or opera singers, or social service workers, but 
we can partly repay our debt to our college by being 
worthy daughters of her, and worthy sisters of those 
who have gone before us. 



(As One of the Faculty See Her.) 

It was while I was in high school that there was 
an Exposition in our city. There was a beautiful la- 
goon with swans and gondolas ; around it were wonder- 
ful, white-marble buildings — built in a day — and in 
them one could wander about in a forest from the 
Philippine Islands or in an art gallery from the Louvre. 
One could stand and gaze at a skeleton of a dinosaur, 
or at a model of the largest modern smelter. Or, as 
everybody did, one could promenade down the long Mid- 
way and test out the lighting calculator or see Chita, 
the Mexican midget, no bigger than a minute, or the 
latest captured wildman from Borneo. Then too, it 


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gave a child such pleasure to think that she knew what 
happened to those pigeons that v^ere set free into a 
large alcove and disappeared in mid-air or to explain 
what really happened when a man who was shut in a 
casket, high and dry on a standard, in plain view of 
everybody, could not be found the next moment. 

On one shed was a big sign, "THE MYSTERIOUS 
SHE". I hesitated some time ; the pictures on the sign 
were meant to suggest that it was an especially wicked 
place and it cost twenty cents instead of ten. The 
room was hung with green velvet curtains and directly 
in front of us, up several steps and on a slender white 
pedestal She was. At least from the waist up, She was, 
and she was exquisitely beautiful. Her manager or 
crier, or whatever he was, told us how it was 
the mystery of the ages that a half woman could 
exist and any one who thought this was a fake show 
might come up and see for himself. I walked up those 
steps, first bent a little to the left to make sure that I 
could see all around her. When I was on a level with her 
she raised long-lashed eye-lids and looked squarely at 
me and then put out her hand. Ordinarily, if a person 
can't shake hands very cordially it seems to me she 
might keep her hand down at her side but, this time, 
it seemed quite right that She should have a light, 
fairy-like touch and I knew She was alive. 

But I never solved that problem and for years I 
forgot all about her. Now it is nothing but She, She, 
She. As I come into the building I hear, "Didn't She 
sign up for us? I wonder what she will say?" Inside 
the door, "Isn't she the cleverest thing? She's so 
funny, why I just split my sides with laughter." As 
I go down the hall I see the office taking care of the 
mail; five heads are bowed over it and from one — 


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"That's two letters she has had from that man." At 
the end of the main hall the road forks and usually she 
lingers there a moment. Then she goes into the lib- 
rary to read that awful assignment she gave, or she 
must go upstairs to see if she got anything good in her 
laundry this week, or she left-faces and forward march- 
es wondering whether she will get by her next hour. 
Downstairs I wait for her. Three or four times did I 
ask her why she is always scowling ; now she comes in 
smiling. Hardly is she seated before she bursts out, 
"What did she say about her this morning? She can't 
wear anything! Why I don't call her a blond but she 
said so." Nine of them are there; there ought to be 
ten. Which is she ? She changes so often I cannot tell. 
Then past my door she hurries. She has been tak- 
ing typewriting for pleasure and she took it hard and 
fast until the last minute. I know she has not taken a 
breath in the last sixty feet. Surely if I go out and 
take hold of her wrists I can lower her blood pressure. 
But, no, if I did the next minute would come and find 
her not hurrying some place and heavens only knows 
what would happen then. 

And to try to find out would be an experiment and 
that is forbidden. If I am not careful in trying to fol- 
low the positive instructions, I'll miss the negative. "Do 
not be scientific and do fill space." That means I can 
not observe her, at least not closely, because an attempt 
at being scientific means trying to see things as they 
really are. I do not dare to try to group all those 
SHE'S because classifying, organizing is what is meant 
by science. I can not wonder about her, why she does 
this and says that, because a groping for causes, a hop- 
ing that one may interpret actions a'right and that one 
may be able to draw conclusions that will help later is 


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the fundamental purpose of work for those who try to 
be scientific. 

Nine-tenths of the pleasure of living is denied me 
but then there is some knowledge left. I know and IT 
didn't say so either — ^though IT is that unquestionable 
authority, the author of the particular text-book she 
is studying — that she is delightful and charming and 
altogether lovable and the thing she likes best to hear, 
whether he says it in the full glare of morning chapel 
or in some other light is that she IS a mystery. 
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Signs of Spring. 

"Say Pop, don't you want to see my muscle?" A 
lusty voice sends these words ringing from the bed- 
room nearly every morning now as "Pop" starts down 
stairs. Busy man that he is he retraces his steps to 
view, for the one-hundredth time, the developing of his 
eleven year old son's muscle. And the development is 
explained (also for the one hundredth time) thus: 
"You see, we sixth graders played basket ball a lot all 
winter. We're getting pretty near high school now, an' 
we get a good many privileges, such as using the gym, 
that the fifth graders don't get. All that running an' 
scrambling was good for my muscle. And then we've 
been doing a lot of track work since it got warmer. Why 
we have dashes an' long races an' hurdles an' javelin 
throw an' pole vaulting just like the high school has. 
We want to organize a club or athletic association or 
something for the sixth, seventh, an' eighth grades an* 
go out for the track meet. 

"You know Pop, it's warm now 'an a feller gets 
awful hot doing those races an' things. D'you suppose 
I could take off — " 

"No son, not for a while. It may turn cold again 
any day." 


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One Summer Night. 
As Given at Junior-Senior. 

Scene: A room in a College dormitory. 

Girl sits at desk with books and note-books. 

Girl — Let's see. "Functions of the Cerebrum". 0, 
I forgot to tell Florence about that committee meeting ! 
She won't be home, though. O, dear! "Functions of the 
Cerebrum" — Why didn't I get a letter today ? One, two, 
— only two this week ! "Functions of the — " dam the 
cerebrum! My cerebrum tells me it's too nice a night 
to study. (She goes to window). There's a glorious 
moon, and the air is so sweet ! It's a night for love and 
dancing. — I'll try history. (Returns to desk). "Causes 
of the American Revolution." — One night like this last 
summer — "Causes of the American Revolution". — 
ding the American Revolution, anyway! 

(Calls outside of "Pierrette, Pierrette, where are 

(In thru the window jumps Pierrette. She is a 
dainty little creature, dressed in the black and white 
pom-pomed short-skirted gown and the pert little cap 
that Pierrettes wear. She sees the girl and stands still 
with a little cry. They walk slowly toward each other, 
and touch hands, then run apart, Pierrette laughing.) 

Girl— (breathlessly) — Hel~Hello ! 

(Pierrette curtseys. Voice suddenly calls "Pier- 
rette", outside window) 

(Pierrette runs in terror behind girl. Peeks out 
toward window, and bounces up and down in excite- 
ment) . 

Pierrette — Don't let them get me! 

Girl— Don't let who? 

Pierrette — Hide me ! Hide me ! (She dashes madly 
about the room). 


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Girl— Who from? 

Pierrette — Hide me! They'll get me! 

Girl— (impatiently) Who, you little fool? Who? 

Pierrette — Them ! Them ! Out there ! 

Girl — (at window) I don't see anyone! 

Pierrette — 0, I guess I got away. (Sighs with re- 
lief. Becomes self-conscious again. Bows timidly) — 
Hel— Hello! 

Girl — (perplexed and impatient) — Will you please 
explain yourself ? Bouncing into my room this way ! 
Don't you know it's a five-dollar fine to step on the 
fire escape, and you come bounding up it ! I had an "en- 
gaged" sign on the door ; it oughtn't to be necessaiy to 
put one on the window! I ought to report you to the 
house chairman. 

(Pierrette starts to cry) . 

Girl — don't cry ! (despairingly) My cod-fish, don't 
cry ! Please don't cry. Can I help you ? Who was chasing 

Pieixette — I ran away! I ran away from Pierrot 
and the others ! I know I'm naughty, but you see, it was 
this way. We've been dancing on your lawn out there 
for several nights, and we've been watching you girls 
thru the windows. There's a girl who studies right by 
a window, and Pierrot was watching her. He said.. 
"There's a girl who knows something besides love and 
dancing. I admire intellectual women." Then he turn- 
ed to me and laughed and said, "Come kiss me, Pier- 
rette", and we went on dancing. But—but I want to be 
intellectual ! I want to know why a baby cries when it's 
born, and why the sunset is red, and who makes the 
snow-flakes, and where do the stars sleep! I want to 
know everything, college girl. So — I came to college. 
(Seats herself at desk) . And if you don't care, I'll room 
with you. (Picks up book with an attempt at a studious 


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air) /'C-A-U-S-E-S 0-F-" 0, I'm learning so fast! I'm 
so fascinated! I know I'll be an intellectual woman 
soon. "A-M-E-R-" 

Girl— (interrupting) Pierrette! Do you really 
dance in the moonlight ? Is there really a Pierrot ? Pier- 
rette, teU me — would he like me? 

Pierrette — You're a lot like me ! Brown eyes — short 
hair — I think he'd like you if he knew you. 0, why don't 
you go with him to be his Pierrette ! Then he wouldn't 
miss me 'til I was intellectual! Let me tell you about 
it. It's such fun ! (Pierrette tilts on her toes and recites) 

On a summer night 

When the earth is white 

With the light of the low-hung moon, 

We dance in the gleam 

Of the fairy beam 

In a dream that fades too soon. 

Beauty entrances 

With bright-eyed glances. 

And sweet romances unfold like flowers. 

Soft arms ensnare 

In the scented air. 

And Love reigns high in the moonlit hours. 

0, we never sleep 

And we never weep ! 

But at peep of dawning we vanish away, 

And you'd never know 

That Pierrette and Pierrot 

In the moonlight glow had been so gay. 

(Both stand enrapt, dreaming, eyes upward). 

Girl— (Suddenly) Pierrette, let me go! Let me be 
a Pierrette in your place ! 

Pierrette — I— I might want to go back. I'd sort of 
like to see Pierrot. I'm not sure about staying. 


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Girl — 0, but remember, you want to be intellectu- 
al. Remember, Pierrot likes intellectual women. And 
it's such fun to be a college girl ! Just look at all the in- 
teresting books. See, here's tomorrow's lesson. "Func- 
sions of the Cerebrum". See, Pierrette, all the cute little 
diagrams. And the American Revolution, Pierrette! 
You'll love it, — it's so — so artistic and inspiring! O 
please, Pierrette. Not for my sake ; of course I'd rather 
stay. I'm thinking of your good. 

Pierrette (doubtfully) I don't know. I'd like to see 

Girl — You'd like to be a college girl, Pierrette. I'll 
tell you about it. 

You rise in the morning 

At cow-bell's loud warning. 

And breakfast is waiting downstairs, Pierrette. 

Then with other nice lasses "^ 

You hurry to classes, 

And lessons, they really aren't cares, Pierrette. 

In the evening are meetings. 

Perhaps for the Greetings 

Or sometimes Y. W. C. A., Pierrette. 

Recitals come often ; 

Life's labor they soften, 

Unless on the stage you must play, Pierrette. 

And parties are jolly. 

And oh yes, by golly, 

I quite forgot all about prayers, Pierrette. 

stay then at college 

And get lots of knowledge 

And joy that is far above theirs, Pierrette. 

(She indicates the outside lawn where the revel- 
lers dance.) 

Will you, Pierrette? Remember he liked intel- 
lectual women. 


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Pierrette — I — I guess so. 

(Voice sounds near. "Pierrette, Pierrette"). 0, he's 
coming up the fire escape. 

Girl— Hide ! Hide ! If you don't he'll make you go 
with him. Come, Pierrette, be independent. Be a new 
woman. Don't let man rule you. Hide! 

(She thrusts Pierrette into closet and hides her- 
self behind a big chair just as Pierrot bounds in. He 
is tall and lithe; and wears the black and white Pier- 
rot suit, with ruff and skull-cap. He has quite a lordly 
air, and is smoking a cigarette.) 

Pierrot — Pierrette! Where are you? Hum! Is this 
the clutter mortals live in. This is where they study, 
those girls, — (Picks up book on desk) — "Functions of 
the Cerebrum." No wonder they forget how to dance ! 
"Causes of the American Revolution." No wonder they 
don't know the art of kissing! "Brown Book — Rules 
and Regulations." Hum! — Dumb thing! What's this? 
"Lights out by ten P. M.." Lord ! Don't they know the 
night begins at ten ? You'd think it was made for sleep 
Where is that little harum-scarum, anyway ! Pierrette ! 
Pierrette ! 

Girl— (coming out from hiding) — Yes, Pierrot! 

Pierrot (bovx^s) — Your servant, madam. 

Girl — Come, Pierrot. Let's go. 

Pierrot— But you are not Pierrette 

Girl—I'm your new Pierrette. (Twirls and bows). 

Pierrot^ — Oh ! 

Girl — Come, Pierrot ; we are wasting the moonlight, 
— the dream that fades too soon. Come ! (Pulls him to- 
ward window) . 

Pierrot — But my real Pierrette? 

Girl^ — (outside window) She's tired of you. She's 
gone away. 

(Pierrette's head appears behind closet door, but 


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Pierrot is now outside window) . 

Pierrot — Tired, — of me? 

Girl — Yes, she doesn't love you any more. 

Pierrot — Pierrette tired of me ! 

Girl— Yes! Come! 

(They vanish. Pierrette rushes out). 

Pierrette — Pierrot, it's a lie, it's a lie ! O, they're 

(She sinks on floor, face on hands. Finally she rises 
and walks slowly to desk.) 

Pierrot, will you love me when I'm an intellectual 
woman? I will be so intellectual that I will make him 
love me again! "F-U-N-C-T— C-E-R-E"— O dear, I 
don't understand this at all ! (Runs to window and looks 
out) . There's the moon ! They they are dancing ! There's 
Pierrot. There's — her. He's taking her in his arms ! He's 
going to kiss her. (She covers her eyes with her hands 
but peeps thru her fingers. Suddenly she throws up her 
hands in horror.) — she slapped his face! She slapped 
my Pierrot ! the hussy ! The cat ! I v/ill pull her hair 
out! (Throws book on floor). Bad old book, that took 
me away from my Pierrot ! And there's nobody to love 
him!0, 0,0! 

(While Pierrette is crying with her face hidden the 
girl climbs in the v/indow. Stands waiting to be notic- 

Girl— Well, Hello. 

(Pierrette bobs up). 

Pierrette — Where's my Pierrot ? What did you do 
with my Pierrot? 

Girl — Your old Pierrot's as good as he ever was, 
which isn't saying much. He's still out there making a 
fool of himself. (Walks up to Pierrette). Do you want 
to know what I think of your Pierrot ? I think he's 
fresh ! He — he tried to kiss me ! 


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Pierrette — (angrily) And you slapped him! (Turns 
away and speaks softly) And Pierrot's kisses are 
poppy petals and wine. 

Girl — He should have waited until I knew him bet- 
ter. And then they made me dance without stopping. 
When I tried to get my breath they laughed and pulled 
me on. I thought I'd die! And it was cold, and they 
laughed when I sneezed. They always laugh, all the time 
and it isn't any fun when you aren't in on the joke. 
And then they're so — unreserved, I'm not priggish, but 
— oh pardon me ; I forgot I was talking to one of them. 
Hope you won't tell them what I said when you go back 
to them. 

Pierrette — 0, I'm going back to Pierrot. I'm so 
glad, I'm so glad! (Dances around room, then to win- 
dow) And perhaps he won't care if I'm not an intellect- 
ual woman! Goodbye! (She disappears outside win- 

..Girl — (standing despondently in middle of room) 
What an experience ! Study hour wasted, room full of 
tobacco smoke from his cigarette, four unprepared les- 
sons, — and they laughed at me ! How can I study ! (Goes 
to desk). "Functions of the Cerebrum." 

(Laughter and calls outside. Girl rises and bangs 
down window. As she returns to desk a note slides un- 
der the door). 

Girl — What now! (Reads). 

"Miss Marston will please report to executive com- 
mittee when summoned, to explain the odor of tobacco 
smoke coming from her room." 

(Glares at window). I hope you're satisfied! 

Curtain. c=ZDnimc=ZD 

Red Letter Junior Days. 

March 1— Sleigh ride and supper at Batz's. 
March 19 — Chicken and more chicken. 


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March 28 — Essay contest won by Juniors through Wil- 
lie's help. 

April 1 — We step out along with the Seniors, to the 
Alumnae Tea at Esther Davis's. 

April 5 — We sing in chapel. 

April 8 — The Seniors royally entertain us at Colonial. 

April 10 — Miss McLaughlin is at home to us, and helps 
us learn what good times are. 
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"I've Been to Arkansas." 

It was apparently a gala day in Hot Springs. The 
sun was shining brilliantly. Flowers were in full bloom 
everywhere. Flags were flying from nearly every hotel. 
What was the occasion? Why, the Y. W. C. A. was 
coming to town, that is, the big convention which was 
to last for eight days. All the merchants had blue- 
triangle girl posters in their windows and the word 
"Welcome" plainly in evidence. 

Then, the first special train rolled in. Oh yes, it 
was from St. Louis and young girls, middle-aged girls 
and some really "old" girls streamed from the Pullman 
cars. All sorts of conveyances from seven passenger 
autos to old fashioned carriages or cabs were waiting to 
convey the delegates to the Hotel Eastman where such 
inconvenient details as registration and room reserva- 
tion (for a few slow people) had to be gone through 
with. But the hotel was a lovely place and every one 
was so gracious it really was not a bore at all. Then 
for those who were lucky enough to have arrived on 
the early trains, the whole afternoon was theirs to en- 
joy as they pleased. It was really almost uncomfortab- 
ly warm especially to those who had come from such 
northern states as Illinois and Indiana. When evening 
came there was the first meeting of the convention so 
long looked forward to, and by that time all began to 


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feel thoroughly at home. If one went early enough to 
the meetings, about an hour before time to begin, she 
generally got a seat in the street car, but as a rule one 
was lucky to have plenty of room for her feet and not 
have some one else's shoes perched on top of her per- 
fectly good shine. And after a meeting — well, small 
people were in great danger of being pushed under the 
street car because some person in the rear was exceed- 
ingly anxious for lunch or dinner. However, many ac- 
quaintances were made on the street car, and the crowd 
was always a good-natured one. 

There are mountains in Hot Springs, too. In fact 
the town is surrounded on three sides by these moun- 
tains, which of course, are not so high that it hurts the 
back of your neck to see the top, but anyway, they're 
mountains. Some of the convention delegates took 
mountain drives and wound their way to the top on a 
pretty road. Others, the young and foolish ones, walked 
up, not by the winding road but straight up the side 
and then straight on up the two hundred seventy steps 
to the top of the tower where at last they paused, look- 
ed down upon the world, and took a few pictures. There 
were other interesting things to be done such as tak- 
ing a medicated bath in one of the lovely houses on 
Bath House Row and visiting the alligator and ostrich 
farms, and of course there were meetings morning, 
afternoon, and evening. All too soon the last day came 
and the new friends from Atlantic, Pacific, and Gulf 
coasts were bidden "good-bye" and the special train 
for St. Louis boarded again, all passengers wearing the 
blue and white buttons with the words "I've been to 
Arkansas — and I like it." 

( >nnnr- — > 


What is a party ? Not the kind that bombards the 
nation every four years, that has for its insignia the 


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elephant, moose or donkey. The type of party that I 
would discuss in this little ramble is best symbolized 
by a peacock eating ice-cream. And if the peacock can 
be shown to wear, in between bites, a polite and becom- 
ing smile, it will adequately represent the three main 
ingredients of a party as a social function, — prettiness, 
graciousness, and food. 

For the why of a party, I refer you to works on 
sociology and psychology, where you will learn that 
man is naturally a gregarious animal. And if I tried to 
explain that in less than two thousand words there 
wouldn't be any room left for parties. 

It is very seldom that these three elements of 
clothes, manners and refreshments are present at one 
party in equal importance. If there are silks and silver 
chains in plenty one may "get by" with tea and the 
flimsiest of wafers. But the two grimy youngsters on 
the back porch teasing for a "tea-party" must have the 
butter and sugar thick on their generous slices of 
bread. No effective posing here, — no over-anxious cater- 
ing. Brother, in his little blue overalls with the mud- 
dy knees, plants himself on the top step beside the tray 
spread with "tea-party". Sister, v/ith a line around her 
fat little v/rists showing where the soap stopped, watch- 
es from the other side to see that brother doesn't 
"snitch" her apple. Solemnly she poises the slice on 
both hands. "Good" she mumbles, mouth full."Uh-hu" 
answers brother to the tree-tops. They blink sleepily 
in the sun ; no sound but contented chev/ing. A perfect 
tea-party ! 

This variation in the idea of what makes a party 
depends largely on age. I might have called this paper 
"The Evolution of the Ideal of Voluntary Social Inter- 
course in the Individual Existence of the Species Homo 
Sapiens". For our idea of a party changes from simplici- 


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ty to complexity between the ages of four and forty as 
much as our ideas of religion. 

Our earliest standard of social enjoyment is that 
of eating in company. There is no doubt that sister's 
tea-party tasted better because brother shared it, even 
if his presence did require constant vigilance over the 
rations. But sister did not realize this. Something 
edible other than what was served at the table remain- 
ed for some time her symbol of social enjoyment. "Tell 
mother about the afternoon, dear",she was asked on her 
triumphal return from her first real function. "0," she 
beamed, "there were a lot of ladies, and they talked, 
and then we had the party." 

But oh, how soon does the great god Form share 
honors with Food at sister's tea-parties, when with 
dignity she pours tea, 99 per cent milk, into tiny cups, 
and passes them to blandly smiling dolls, keeping up 
a running conversation on birth, marriage, aperation, 
and death. And then some enterprising mama of the 
neighborhood decides to give a real party. O the sleek 
brown curls, the scrubbed ears, the starchy white dress, 
the little patent leather straps with one big shiny black 
button twinkling in the sun as she walks cautiously 
down the street; the tremulous hope that there won't 
be any boys invited and the relief with a funny little 
trace of regret when she finds them absent; the too- 
small parlor, with the conventional tail-less donkey 
pinned to the wall; the relaxation when the ice-cream 
finally appears. 

Even boys like to be dressed up, though they may 
loathe the process. And how sensitive they are to any 
lack of conventionality in their costume, — almost as 
sensitive as grown-ups ! Dad tells of a party he attend- 
ed as a little chap. It should have been a joyous oc- 
casion. He had a new home-made suit, new both coat 


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and trousers, and new stockings. With all this grand- 
eur his old scuffed shoes made a jarring note,and grand- 
mother insisted that he wear his sister's new shoes. Of 
course at the party some observing youth called atten- 
tion to the discrepancy, and a very miserable little boy 
sat in a corner through all the fun with his feet tucked 
under his chair. 

It is only instinct that makes us put on our finery 
for festal occassions. At cannibal orgies paint and 
feathers are prominent. Each strives to outshine his 
fellow-tribesman in gorgeousness. And even the family 
cat washes his face and sleeks down his fur before set- 
ting out for his evening jaunt, which is to include sev- 
eral spitting matches and end with one grand song 
festival on the shed roof. Yes, we must wear our fin- 
est; whether it be the starchy white dress or suit of 
little-girl-or-boy-days or the silk "creation" or the 
swallow-tail of grown-up functions, out it must come on 
party night, while lawns and ginghams and flannel 
shirts, perhaps ten times more becoming and comfort- 
able, hang limply on the closet wall. 

It is the so-called "teen age" that provides the 
richest field of research for the social philosopher. To 
the "teener" a party is a serious affair, especially to the 
girl, for her reputation as a gracious hostess or a zest- 
ful guest is in the making. It is the fateful day of the 
afternoon affair. The best dishes are brought from the 
china cabinet. Dad's old arm-chair is shoved onto the 
back porch. The pink pin-cushion is put on the bureau, 
and the usual litter of jars and boxes removed. At the 
last moment the anxious young hostess flits hither and 
yon, straightening a rug, lowering the shades. She 
observes some dust on the stairs, and coming from the 
kitchen with the dust-cloth, is startled by seeing the 
first guest at the door. 


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Small brother, arriving from town with the whip- 
ped cream, is disgruntled at being confined to the kitch- 
en, accepting the situation with the usual grace of a 
man whose customary home environment is disturbed. 

The party gathers, powders its noses, and plunges 
into a discussion of town affairs. The moment the con- 
versation shows signs of lagging the hostess pounces 
upon the assembly with pencils and paper. You know 
that she has been searching the magazines for party 
hints, that a guessing game is in progress, and that 
v>^here you hoped to relax and gossip, you must key 
your mental powers to their utmost — not to win the 
prize, which is probably a "Nobody Loves Me" dog or 
a boudoir cap, which you never wear, but to keep from 
disgracing the family by bringing home the "booby". 

But the party Is after all worth while. Of course, 
unless the group are more than aquaintances, real talk 
is impossible. But no matter how great a diversity of 
interests this party crowd may show, it is possible to 
discover, between games, at least one common interest 
that may be the basis for making more, and as a re- 
sult the girl who takes life too seriously may discover 
that the gay young friend whom she condemned as 
empty-headed and "flip" is in truth observing every- 
thing with those sparkling eyes, and is keenly analyz- 
ing and cataloging the people she meets. 

Boy-and-girl parties, though even less fruitful of 
conversation or relaxation, have the spice of competi- 
tion. If you are bored you may not blame your hostess, 
but your own lack of attractiveness. If you walk home 
with an escort upon whom feminine favor smiles, the 
occasion is perfect, unless you happen to know that 
you fell to the lot of said escort when the boys got to- 
gether in the cloak room and flipped coins to see who'd 
take home whom. 


"Db^ (TolUga (brtzlinQS 

Of grown-up parties, in all their variety, I can 
speak as an onlooker only. As dutiful daughters 
we have helped mother entertain her embroidery club, 
which little brother calls the "knitting association," 
while father refers to it as the "kaffee klatch" or the 
"gab-fest". From your post of duty in the kitchen it 
sounds like the Anvil Chorus. They have out-grown 
the 'teen-age tendency to pose. They are all talking 
at once, and are perfectly happy. 

Then there are teas, — to meet Miss So-and-so from 
Missouri. Teas are easily managed when one dis- 
covers the method. Be natural. Don't try to smile 
all the afternoon ; it hurts. If you observe anyone re- 
garding you intensely, keep calm. You aren't losing 
a hairpin. The chances are that your petticoat doesn't 
show. She is only wondering why you are looking at 
her, and wishing that she had worn the other dress. 
This is invariably true. 

College parties, — height of the party ideal, jolly, 
spirited, democratic. The hilarious middy-and-bloomer 
or costume affairs in the gymnasium, when the girl 
who always wanted to be a boy may be one for the 
night, as George Washington, or a Jackie, or a Pierrot. 
Even though she smashed her thumb tacking up dec- 
orations, though she knows she must rise early the 
next morning to sweep up confetti, she is for that 
night a reincarnation. Even the more formal college 
functions, — the banquets and receptions, have a cer- 
tain fresh spirit. Slumber parties, — a bit rowdy per- 
haps, — degenerate as far as looking and acting one's 
best are concerned, but unadulterated fun; "feeds", 
with the cake from home, and one's room-mate perch- 
ed on the bed, discussing eugenics and gesticulating 
with a dill pickle; college parties, — perfection of the 


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Judson gave a sigh of relief as he straightened the 
last picture on the mantle. It was always a task to put 
the apartments to rights after one of Master Jim's 
parties, but this time the affair had been more riotous 
than usual, and it seemed that every article in the 
rooms had been left where it did not belong. 

The clock on the mantle chimed twice, and Judson 
started. "What will Henry think?" he muttered to 
himself, as he went to the phone, a little more rapidly 
than was his wont. "50-247, Hello Henry? This is Jud- 
son. I'm getting terribly forgetful of late. When I told 
you yesterday that I'd be over at two, I forgot how busy 
I'd be today. You see Master Jim — er — entertained last 
night and when he retired about four this morning he 
gave strict orders that I was not to try to straighten up 
till he was gone — said he needed quiet and sleep. Guess 
he did, for when he called me at eleven-thirty he look- 
ed like he'd been out for a week. He said he was sorry 
to spoil my afternoon off, but I can have Friday instead. 
I knew you'd understand, since you've been through the 
same thing. Well, I'll come Friday sure. Good-bye." 

It was a little after three when Jim returned from 
lunch at his club. He went listlessly into the library and 
looked through the pile of letters on his desk. At 
sight of the last one, he gave a low whistle, and his 
hands trembled slightly as he opened the plain white 
envelope. He glanced hurriedly over the few lines and 
then gave an unearthly war-whoop. 

"Judson! Judson! Man, come here!" 

As this was a very unusual way of being summon- 
ed, Judson rushed into the library as fast as she could, 
and found his master dancing about the room in high 

"It's all settled ! It's ail settled ! Help me transform 
this place quick !" 175 

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"Yes sir. But please, sir, What's settled?" 
"No matter now. We've got to hustle." 
And then the havoc began. Judson actually wond- 
ered if his master's sanity had left him, for Jim took 
one disgusted look at the array of photos on the mantle, 
and swept the whole lot into the waste basket, saying 
as he did so, "Nice girls to play with, but not serious 
enough." Then he put all the decanters out of sight 
and began to strew books around. Satin slippers and 
fancy combs that had ornamented the smoking table, 
poker chips and visiting cards were consigned to the 
general debris, and Judson carried out the basket as 
though it were a coffin. Soon he reappeared with an 
arm load of flowers, and arranged them in bowls and 

"I hardly recognize this as the place it was last 
night, sir," he said with a smile. 

"I wish last night hadn't been." For the first time, 
a frown crossed Jim's face and he removed a few more 
pictures from the wall. Presently — "Now turn on the 
tub and lay out my gray suit — and hurry." 

Half an hour later Jim returned to the parlor, 
whistling softly. He took a picture from his vest pocket 
and placed it in a folder he had broughtwith him. It was 
only a snapshot, but the face was sweet and winsome 
and he was very particular that it should sit at exactly 
the right angle on the mantle. After a second's thought, 
he set a bowl of violets beside it. Then he rang for 
Judson. "They'll be here in fifteen minutes. Light the 
fire under the kettle." 

As Judson left he could not resist the temptation 
to look back through the door. He saw Jim return to the 
mantle, gaze at the picture for a minute, and then say 
softly, "Little girl, I hope your mother'll approve." 


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Editorials 158 

The Senior Class Pin 159 
The American Association of University Women 160 

Student's Association 161 

May Day Picture 162 

May Day— 1922 163 

Gossip 165 

A Wail Concerning Mail 169 

"Etc." 170 

Candle Lighting Days 172 

Story 173 

"Pomander Walk" 175 
Honors for 1921-22 ' 176 

The Greetings Breakfast 177 

Calendar 178 

Advisory Council Dinner 179 

Officers of Student Organizations 180 

Students' Endowment Campaign 181 

1922 Class Officers 182 

Commencement Events 182 

Alumnae 184 

Financial Statements 185 

O^e (Toilege (Breetings 

VoirSS^a^^,.- ; '; Jacksonville, 111., June— 1922 No. 9 

Associate Editors 
Business Manager 
Faculty Advisor 


Hazel Dell 

Velma Bain, Helen Poole 

Helen Paschall 

Miss Johnston 

For four years now we've been together, and they- 
've been the happiest four years we've ever known, 
haven't they? We're separating now, going to everj^ 
part of the country. We'll never all be together again 
on exactly the same basis as we are now, but we're tak- 
ing something away with us that will always make us 
realize that we are graduates of the Illinois Woman's 
College, and that, as graduates, there are certain very 
definite things we must do, and ideals we must live up 

We all realize that the Woman's College seeks to 
inspire all its students to seek after knowledge, to gain 
a deeper and richer spiritual life, and to take a very de- 
finite stand for service. As we look back over these four 
years, hasn't most of the emphasis in all lines of our 
college hfe been placed in such a way as to better de- 
velop those ideals in us? At least during the last two 
years, we've had a stronger desire for real knowledge — 
not the kind that comes from cramming mere facts, but 
the absorption of essentials which will be of value to 


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us for all time. And how could one help having de- 
veloped a deeper and richer spiritual life during this 
time? At times perhaps we have felt that a little too 
much emphasis was being placed on that line, but when 
we are thinking seriously and thinking in terms of the 
very best that we know, we certainly realize that that 
side of life here has meant more to us than almost any 
other. And, moreover, we realize that it will stay with 
us and develop as some of the other things that we 
have gained cannot possibly develop. We have caught 
something of the spirit of service, and in the future we 
are all going to try to develop that spirit and do some- 
thing with it. 

We realize that we are only just beginning, but 
the college has given us the incentive to go on and on — 
not alone along educational lines. We hope to gain as 
well higher ideals, and we hope to try in some measure 
to live up to them. And so for many, many years the 
Class of '22 will look back on these years and remem- 
ber the good times we've had, and the friends we've 
made, and know that the best we have in us was start- 
ed on it's development while we were at I. W. C. 

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The Senior Class Pin. 

The class of 1912 originated the idea of choosing 
a class pin that should not merely be a class pin for 
one class and one year but should be the pin to be 
worn by those girls who graduate from the college with 
a degree. So with the aid of Miss Knopf, the plan and 
design of a class pin was worked out and submitted to 
the other classes in the college and ratified by them. 

Owing to the Endowment campaign for the col- 
lege and the war, no class since 1912 has used the pin 
or any sort of class pin until this year, when the Class 
of 1922 discussed the question of a senior pin and de- 
cided to revive the plan of the Class of 1912. 


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Mrs. Annette Rearick Lohman, '12 was kind 
enough to send her pin to Miss Johnston so that the 
present class could see it and arrange for others to be 
made from it. The design will remain the same for 
each graduating class with the exception of the date 
which will vary with each senior class. 

We hope that the classes which follow will keep 
the tradition of the pin so that in time to come where- 
ever it is seen its wearer will be recognized as a de- 
gree graduate of the Illinois Woman's College. — M. A, 
I mjiTxi -> 

The American Association of University Women. 

The Class of '22 has been in college during a period 
when a good many interesting and important things 
have happened. We've seen the beginning of an ex- 
tended endowment campaign; radical changes in the 
Brown Book ; a decided change in the color and amount 
of the water ; recognition of I. W. C. by the Association 
of American Colleges ; and, towards the end of last 
year, recognition by the American Association of Uni- 
versity Women. We who are graduating are most in- 
terested perhaps in the last two, and in the last in par- 
ticular. Perhaps that is due to the fact that we our- 
selves are now eligible to membership in the Associa- 

It was brought to our closer interest and attention 
on May 27 when the Association held a luncheon at the 
Christian church and invited us to join with the regu- 
lar members in entertaining high school seniors who 
were prospective college students. 

Miss Helen Bennett,a writer and the director of the 
Collegiate Bureau of Occupations, was the speaker. She 
had already spoken in chapel, where we had all become 
interested in her and her message. Her afternoon talk 
was addressed to women in general, and was of such 


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a nature that it could be applied to high school seniors 
and married women. Some of us know now that teaching- 
school is not the only field open to us, for Miss Bennett 
convinced us that women are able to do anything, and 
that almost every line of business needs women in it 
"Men brought efficiency into the business world, but 
women are bringing efficient efficiency into it, because 
they are impressing upon the business men a realiza- 
tion of human needs and rights." 

With regard to the choice of an occupation. Miss 
Bennett said that the ideal occupation was found when 
one found work which she could do well, or could learn 
to do well, and which she really liked to do. We all need 
work of some kind, and it is when we are engaged in the 
line that is fitted for us and for which we are fitted that 
we are fitting into the general scheme of things. 

Those of us who had personal interviews with Miss 
Bennett were helped out of many problems. 

The program of the A. A. U. W. for next year in- 
cludes many prominent people, and with this last meet- 
ing as a stimulus we are all interested in the future 
work of the Association. 

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Students' Association 

By the decision of the Advisory Board and the 
vote of the Students' Association, it has been decided 
to introduce the Honor System into the Constitution of 
the Students' Association for the coming year. By this 
system each girl is put on her honor to report all her 
misdemeanors to the student president or other student 
in authority. If one girl knows that a certain girl is 
disregarding the student rules, it is her duty as a mem- 
ber of the Association to speak to this girl and ask her 
to report herself. If she fails to report, then the giil 
who reprimanded her reports for her. We hope by 
this system to instigate a better student government 
and especially to instill in the students the real mean- 
ing of a student conscience.. 


Ob^i College (Greetings 

May Day, 1922. 

Many people from near and far assembled on the 
campus on the afternoon of May fifteenth. Having 
heard that the Queen of May was to be crowned with 
fitting celebration, they had come to witness the im- 
portant event. 

When all available space was filled with on-lookers, 
the orchestra began to play enchanting music. Soon 
a Druid priest with a band of wood sprites was lured 
from leafy obscurity to public view. In the midst of a 
joyous dance, the woodsprites, all dressed in orange 
and brown, were joined by some merry fisher boys and 
girls who contributed to the revelry by a characteristi- 
cally frolicsome dance. 

After these merry makers abandoned their 
sport, a crowd of English village people gathered 
for celebration. A troop of minstrels with shining mu- 
sical instruments and gay costumes won much applause 
by their vivacious antics. Marie and her graceful Glee 
Maidens delighted everyone by their light fantastic 
dancing. Then the fair Princess appeared, dressed in 
royal purple and gold, and soon became the center of 
the group. The handsome Prince Launcelot was also 
present, quite gorgeously attired in wine colored vel- 
vet. Marie fell madly in love with him and tried to win 
his favor by all sorts of wiles, but the Prince scorned 
her. He had eyes only for the lovely Princess. Tatter- 
ed beggars danced before the Princess very pictures- 
quely. Then while everyone was watching the ap- 
proach of the austere and imposing Duke with his at- 
tendants, the Princess suddenly and mysteriously dis- 
appeared. Joy was turned to consternation. Solemn ex- 
ecutioners, dressed in black from head to foot, hastened 
to seize Prince Launcelot, for he was accused of being 
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intervened, accompanied by her followers, the Lake 
Sprites. Trouble was forgotten while the Lady and her 
band gave some lovely dances. Two beautiful lavender 
and green butterflies, seeing that all the world was 
bright and gay, with no signs of rain to spoil their 
delicate gauzy wings, came out and flitted about with 
coquettish movements. 

At last all of the people of the woods and village 
assembled again to be present at the restoration of the 
Princess. Marie danced a slow dance of remorse, for it 
was she and her maidens who had stolen the Princess. 
Then the wood sprites dragged forth an immense white 
lily. Responding to the magic touch of the butterflies, 
the petals slowly unfolded, and to the surprise of all 
revealed the Princess in the center of the flower. As 
she slowly arose and shook out the soft folds of her 
white dress, she won the love and admiration of all by 
her beauty and dignity. After a slow, stately proces- 
sion to the leafy throne, the coronation ceremony took 
place, by which the Princess became Queen of the May. 
She took her place in the royal chair surrounded by 
her Maid of Honor, small trainbearer and Ladies of the 
Court, with the Prince by her side. 

As an appropriate ending, the Ladies of the Court, 
in rainbow colored dresses, threw off their dignity and 
danced with abandon around the May pole. 

Special parts in this pageant entitled "The Lady of 
the Lake", were: 

Queen of May and Princess— Hildreth Ashwood 
Maid of Honor — Marian Munson 
Ladies of the Court — Senior Class 
Prince Launcelot — Lura Hurt 
Lady of the Lake — Charlotte Rogers 
Duke — Josephine Rink 
Marie — Audrey King 
Druid Priest — ^Ruth Muirhead 
Christian Priest — Martha Logan 


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TimeJust before Commencement in 1925. 

Place— I. W. C. 

Characters — 1922 Seniors. 

Scene L 

(The scene is laid in the Social Room. Jane Muse, 
a prominent artist, and Helen Paschall, a lecturer on 
"Woman's Rights" are seated in the corner talking over 
old times.) 

Helen — Well, it just does my heart good to see 
those curtains — such wonderful material and all ! How 
we did need them. 

Jane — Yes, the first thing I thought of when I 
heard the Endowment Campaign had gone $25,000 
over the top, was — Now they'll get those cutains for the 
Social Room. My, didn't poor Woodson have a time 
dragging those old curtains back and forth between 
Music Hall and Main every time we had a stunt ! 

Helen — Didn't he though? And now, to think 
that Woodson is National Chairman of the Clean Up 
Campaigns ! 

Jane — Say, speaking of National Committees, have 
you read Marian Munson's latest speech on "How to 
run a Diet Kitchen?" And to think that she got her 
experience — or rather her start back at I. W. C. feeding 
us, when we had mumps and measles and such ! And 
now Congress is sending out bulletins of her talks on 

Helen — And Mid Mayer has worked along the 
same line. You know how thin Bill was, don't you? 
Well, Mid put him on a diet to fatten him up and it 
worked so well, that she had to send for Mary Ellison to 
come and take his case before he busted. You know 
Mary has charge of the "How to Get Thin," course of 
lectures in the Chicago Tribune and she boasts that 


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the sum total of pounds she has removed from her 
patients is greater than the estimated weight of the 
entire Rocky Mountains. Ain't that wonderful? 

Jane — Does she do it just by diet? 

Helen — Oh no, but all the additional equipment 
needed is a base ball and a bat. 

Jane — Oh, I see — she orders base ball for exercise. 

Helen — Yes, but in a peculiar way. Mary charges 
$50 per hour for her services. She gives the ball a 
good crack and then sits down and reads. The patient 
has to go after the ball and returns many hours later 
weighing many pounds less. 

Jane — Well, fine! She's made good use of her 
I. W. C. training, all right. 

(Enter Bill Bain, Mary-Rose Adams and Estelle 

Bill — Hello people! We got just got in from Chi- 

Helen and Jane — Hello, hello ! Sit down and tell 
us everything. 

Mary Rose — Oh, I'm singing at the Orpheum. You 
know I made a hit there with a little song called "Too 
Late," just after I graduated from I. W. C. Since then 
I've had a steady run with a packed house every night. 
Every spring when I'm out with the strawberry rash, 
the public goes wild until I'm back again. Estelle ac- 
companies me and also does a novelty act called Fiddle- 
de-de. Bill, what have you been doing since you made 
your fortune? 

Bill — Oh, I did make quite a bit of money on a 
little formula for ''Brain Wonder Extract." Just be- 
fore examinations, we send out millions of orders to 
college girls, at $10 a cubic centimeter. I manage to 
eke out an existence. Now I'm working on a little 
chemical preparation which will make bobbed hair grow 
out to length of several feet in a single night. Great 
stuff! 166 


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Jane — Is Helen Poole still in Chi? Isn't she com- 
ing back for Commencement? 

Bill — Oh since she has taken that position as head 
of the Mathematics department at Chicago University, 
she doesn't have a minute. The fellows in her class 
keep her dated up for weeks ahead. 

Helen — Is Hil Ashwood still head of the French 
there ? 

Estelle — Mercy No ! She married a French noble- 
man and has been in France for over a year. 

Bill — Say, whose this lady coming — the red hair 
reminds me of Ada Clotfelter. 

Jane — Goodnight ! — It is Ada ! ! 

(Enter Ada, carrying twins.) 

All — Why Yutch, we didn't know you ! What have 
you got! 

Ada — Oh, this is my family — twins, you know. 
One is named Greetings and the other lUiwoco — because 
they're so much alike, you know ! 

All — Isn't that sweet! And red curls just like 
Ada, too. So cute, Yutch ! 

(All crowd around Ada and fail to notice Hat 
Keys and Carmen Dugger coming in.) 

Helen — Oh, look ! Hat. and Dug. ! 

(All begin to ask questions.) 

Hat. — Oh yes, we made our fortune playing "The 
Gumps," and then they built the new Science Hall here 
and got Marg. back here for head of the Biology De- 
partment. We are looking for a new Chester now, and 
we've been living on our bank account in the meantime, 

(Enter Lura and Mag Merker). 

Lura — Say folks, I've just made a bargain with 
Margy to make me a new dress. She's giving me a rate 
or I could never afford it. — It takes a year's salary as 
it is! 

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you'll have to pay for it. Miriam McOmber is my Pub- 
licity Secretary and she uses this motto — "The garment 
that has the darts French seamed." 

Helen---Did you know Helen Chiles is in Rome this 
winter writing a book on Latin Inscriptions? Marian 
DePew visited her not long ago and she is on the way 
to India to see Hazel Dell and Wayne. 

Jane — Girls, look! Here comes old Jenny Lacy! 

All — Hello Jenny. Tell us all about California. 

Jenny- -Oh girls, I just had to stay over a day for 
the Championship Prize Fight.. It was just wonderful 
and Dorothy Remly is now Woman's World Champion ! 

Ada — Well, I'm not surprised. She always was 
so rough in games at school. 

Jane — I think we'd better go on over to Music Hall 
now — it's getting late and we don't want to miss the 
Commencement Exercises. 

Scene II. 

All the girls are just ready to enter the door of the 
Music Hall, when a voice calls for them to wait. From 
the direction of the depot, Gladys Laughlin comes run- 
ning and dragging a suit case. 

Gladys (puffing — Wait, Kids! I hope (puff) I'm 
not too (puff) late! (Puff — puff). I forgot whether 
Com. — (puff) — Commencement was in the Spring or 
Fall, and I just got a letter from Margaret Merker to- 
day,saying she'd see me here. (Puff — puff!) 

All — Well, everything is complete now, since 
Gladys has come at the last minute, just as she came 
to breakfast years ago ! Let's all go in now ! 

Gladys starts up carrying suitcase, then remembers 
and leaves it outside the door. All go in for the Com- 
mencement Exercises.) 

Finis !— ' 

— Margaret Hamilton, '22. 


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A Wail Concerning- Mail. 

The life of an editor 
Is not an easy 
One, but worst of all, is 
The Mail. 

For instance, when you stand, blithe and 
Expectant at the Senior Shelf, 
Hoping for a fat, 
Gossipy letter from your chum in 
New York, and when 

A long manila envelope containing a learned discourse 
On the Jewish question, as pertains 
To the fish-trade, is shoved out at 
You, is is — to say the least — 

Then there are the canny publicity men 
Who wish to know 

"What are your rates per line for inserting" 
A few choice words 
Concerning aeroplane propellers, or 
The price of Danish cheese 
In Northampton. 

Occasionally, remunerative opportunities are 
Presented. A man who is 
Prospecting in California assures 
You that any kind soul who 
Sinks one dollar in 

The stock of the gold mine he is going to 
Discover tomorrow, will be immensely rich. 
Or, there is the 

Person in Missouri who will give one 
Dollar for the name of every 
Epileptic you know. 
In one case you give something. 
And receive nothing — till tomorrow, 
And the other — well, you see 


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How it is. 

If you admire bulletins, there are 
Many : from Japan, from 
Canada, from the Zulu 
Isles, instead of the letter with the 
Foreign postmark, which you 
Really wanted. 
Bulletins about prohibition, a 
New brand of soap, about 
The Genoa conference and concerning 
Oh, there is no doubt that 
Our postal service is a 
Very great thing ! 
The life of an editor 
Is not an easy 

One, but the worst of it all, is 
The Mail. 

(Please don't sign this— I FORBID IT.) 
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We may all well be thankful that the old Romans 
developed a language that lived for ages, and whose in- 
fluence is still seen today. Like all general statements, 
this must be applied in a most discriminating manner. 
I have never yet seen a high school pupil who was real- 
ly thrilled with the thought that there was a Julius Caes- 
ar who wrote the "Gallic War" — to them it seems mere- 
ly a snare and a delusion for unsuspecting modern ad- 
olescents. In fact, I have often heard my sixteen-year 
old brother remark that he "wished the Romans had 
never lived" — then he" wouldn't have to bother with 
Latin grammar, Caesar, nor anything else." But wait 
until an exam comes around, in history, math., almost 
anything. They will all be glad to use an expression 
coming directly from those same old Romans, and great 


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will be the rejoicing in their heart that there is such 
an expression on which to fall back. It is "Etc." — that 
good old friend of the Bluffer and Crammer alike. A 
question in history is asked, and Mr. Bluffer soon runs 
short of material with which to practice his art. The 
teacher must be deluded into thinking he knows more 
about the causes of the American Revolution, so he 
falls back on his staunch old friend, "Etc." and con- 
gratulates himself on his good luck. Mr. Crammer has 
spent the night in arduous study, and now his mind is 
full to overflowing with dates, facts, etc. He mental- 
ly curses the short time allowed — indeed how could one 
be expected to write all one knows in the short space 
of an hour when one is as well informed on the subject 
as he — why, it's preposterous, etc. In answer to every 
question he writes frantically, vainly trying to show 
that he knows all about the American Revolution, and 
failing in his attempts to write a jumbled form of the 
text,, wrote gratefully to his old friend — triumphantly 
concludes with "etc." 

Verily, like charity, it covereth a multitude of sins. 

Nor is this practice confined wholly to high school 
pupils. If the truth must be told, it would be well to 
make note of the fact that those three letters are a 
favorite stand-by for college students. It is such a 
time-saving device (and they certainly need those) ; it 
gives a general impression of a knowledge of the sub- 
ject far too deep to be expressed ; and it shows a certain 
respect for the mental powers of the listeners, for it 
implies that mentaly they are able to follow the thread 
of the argument without detailed assistance. Nor are 
they above using the device in an exam — it seems to be 
the one remnant of high school diplomacy that is not 
scorned by a sophisticated group. 

And it is a useful addition to any vocabulary for 
almost any purpose. Even the most sedate and schol- 
arly text books have been known to acknowledge an 
acquaintance with this friend of the Bluffer and Cram- 


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er. Its circle of friends includes all classes of men, 

and it in turn is a good friend to all men. It is hard to 

conceive of the English language with no place given to 

"etc." Our sincere appreciation goes to those old 

Romans — I wonder if they ever dimly guessed of the 

service they were doing men of all time when they first 

used the word "etc." 

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Candle Lighting Days, Illiiiois Woman's College 

It is suggested that every year on the Monday of 
Commencement Week, which is always the first Mon- 
day in June, and also on Founders' Day, which is al- 
ways the Tenth day of October, we observe the follow- 
ing simple but beautiful and suggestive custom: 

Every former student of the Illinois Woman's Col- 
lege will place on the table for dinner or supper (the 
evening meal) two lighted candles — a yellow and a 
blue — in happy remembrance of the college and as a 
token of communion with every other former student. 


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On these days the college itself will especially observe 
this Candle Lighting custom with yellow and blue 
candles at each table, and songs ands toasts and loving 
greetings to all absent girls. 

It is believed that every former student will gladly 
observe this custom wherever she may go or be, and 
that in any community wherever possible for two or 
more to get together at these times and in this way 
they will do so, and thus revive their college associa- 
tions and memories and add to the pleasure of the day. 

Many suggestions wil probably occur in connection 
with place cards, with a variety of college sentiments — 
for instance the chorus of the college song would make 
a good place card — 

"0 college dear, we love but thee 
And will be always true; 
Thy colors shall our ensign be, 
The Yellow and the Blue." 
or this — 

"How far these little candles throw their beams ; 
so shines the Illinois Woman's College through the 

The college should send out special greetings in 
avance of these dates and it would also be interesting 
if our college women everywhere would write or wire 
messages of memory and good will for the larger 
gathering at the college itself. 

— Joseph R. Harker. 
The first observance of this custom was this year 
at the Alumnae Reunion and supper, Monday evening, 
June 5. 

It was Sunday morning. But to the cheery 
little brown sparrow teetering dizzily on the copper 
telephone wire above the street, it might have been any 
morning — any glorious May morning with a warm sun 


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that laughed down upon red tile roofs and through shin- 
ing garret windows, and into sleeping babies' eyes, to 
wake them up. It takes very little to make a sparrow 
happy. This one had had a good breakfast, even an 
early dinner ; the sun shown upon his sleek little back ; 
a tiny breeze ruffled his breast feathers. He wanted to 
sing — any song so that it was beautiful — and he could 
not. Nature had put no beautiful song into his throat, 
altho music filled his soul. 

A moment longer he balanced upon the wire, and 
then with a flit of his wings, he flew up into the city 
sky, across the sharp gables and flat cinder roofs, until 
he came to a window. As the morning might have been 
any morning, so the window, to the little sparrow, 
might have been any window. It was slender and 
Gothic with a beautiful stained glass pane, leaded to 
outline the figure of the Virgin Mary, — and it was 
open. Through the open window, straight as a bee to 
the nectar throat of a flower, the little sparrow flew, 
and guided by the music which rolled and trembled in 
the air, he came to rest on a dull gold chandelier in the 
dome of the church. He did not wonder or amaze to 
hear such angelic music peal forth from long brass 
pipes, nor did he conjecture why and how. It was 
enough to find here the notes that in his little sparrow 
throat he could not put. It satisfied the longing in his 
soul. Do sparrows have souls? 

The last note of the organ trembled and then melt- 
ed sweetly into scented air. The worshippers stirred, 
arose, pulled on their gloves, greeted their friends and 
left the church for their snug and comfortable homes. 
The sexton went his rounds, picked up stray books and 
replaced them in their racks, shut the windows, locking 
them securely, and he too left, secure in the thought 
that his work and religion were over for another week. 

On this high perch, the little sparrow awoke from 
his dreams and fluttered down to the soft carpet be- 


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neath. He investigated every corner, chattering to him- 
self in his usual gossippy manner. What a funny house 
this was ! His curiosity satisfied, and a very natural 
instinct urging him that it was long after, he soared 
up the shaft of sunlight which led to the window of 
his entrance, and he found it closed. A panic struck 
his heart and he beat frantic wings against the beauti- 
ful stained glass. The outlined Virgin did not change 
her expression of holy tenderness. 

The next afternoon, the tired wings grew less and 
less frantic, the once stout little heart could give cour- 
age no longer, and down through the still scented air 
of the great church, a little sparrow fluttered and fell, 
and came to rest on the open face of the great pulpit 
Bible. When the sexton came next to freshen up the 
church for its Holy-day worshippers, he found only a 
common little brown sparrow — dead, and brushing it 
hastily off the Bible into his pan, he did not notice the 
words on the open page — "And not a sparrow falls to 
the ground without the Father."— M. Mc. '22. 
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"Pomander Walk." 

To all appearances it was just an ordinary Satur- 
day night, but the minute one stepped out on the back 
campus, one's whole idea of the ordinary quality of 
the night was radically changed, and all sense of living 
in the twentieth century at the Woman's College in 
Jacksonville vanished. 

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In the days of George HI. there was a quiet spot 
in Chiswick on the river bank known as Pomander 
Walk — just a crescent of five old fashioned houses. 
There were elm trees, flowers, and singing birds, and a 
gazebo — a summer house where plottings, quarrels 
and conciliations, and wooings all took place. And liv- 
ing on Pomander Walk were about eighteen people, 


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each one very distinct and entertaining. There was 
the young and lovely Marjalaine ; a dashing young- 
sailor, Jack Sayle ; old Sir Peter Antrobus, the king of 
the Walk — a one-eyed, genial old admiral who was very 
fond of his thrush and sweet peas ; his neighbor Mrs. 
Poskett, whose wonderful cat,Sempronius,also loved the 
thrush and sweet peas ; Brooks Hoskyn, the city toast- 
master; the Rev. Dr. Sternroyd, a withered-up old 
member of the Society of Antiquaries, and several 

For two hours we of the Woman's College were 
living in this quiet nook back in old England. At the 
end of the evening it was hard to realize that we had 
been spectators at an entertaining and artictic play, 
given by our Dramatic Club. 

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Honors for 1921-22. 

That sad occasion, the last chapel service, always 
has one redeeming feature about it to take away some 
of the sadness of the farewell to the Seniors. It is at 
that time that the prizes and trophies won during the 
year are awarded. This year the following honors were 
awarded : 

Wesley Mathers prizes : 
Essay contest — 

First prize — Margaret Fowler '23. 
Second prize — Florence Weber '23. 
Expression contest: 

First prize — Verna Hieronymous '25. 
Second prize — Lucille Kirby '24. 
English Department Prizes: 
Freshmen : 
First prize — Opal Morgan. 

Honorable mention — Helen Rose, Madalene Bur- 
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First prize — Margaret Fowler. 
Honorable mention — Miriam McOmber,, Alma 
Greetings Short Story Contest: 

First prize — Magdelene Burmeister. 
Athletic Association: 

Seal ring — Mary Ellison '22. 
Hockey Tournament — Seniors. 
Basket Ball Shield — Freshmen team. 
Base Ball Tournam.ent — Sophomores. 

Numerals: Harriet Keys '22, Dorothy Remley '22, 
Gladys Laughlin '22, Dorothy May Smith '23, 
Alma Blodgett '23, Lucille Vick '24, Dorothy Dean 

Arm Bands : Lura Hurt, Velma Bain, Helena Betcher, 
Lenora Kriege, Avis Murphey, Lesta Gibbons, Ver- 
na Mershon, Hazel Quick, Hazel Moore, Winifred 
Potter, Opal Morgan, Beatrice Hasenstab, Donna- 
bel Keys, Eleanor Dinsmore, Irene Schlosser, Grace 
Styles, Dorothy Hoag, Eleanor Dowd, Dorothy 
Stevenson, Jennie Ditzler, Thelma Pires, Eva 
Zwerman, Marion World, Helen Bly, Janette Mere- 
dith, Bernadine Lowry, Helen McCalman. 

All-College Basketball Team: 

Hildreth Ashwood '22, Velma Bain '22, Margaret 
Hamilton '22, Eleanor Dinsmore '23, Hazel Moore 
'25, Beatrice Hasenstab '25. 

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The Greetings Breakfast. 

The annual "Greetings" breakfast is a constitu- 
tional affair, and certainly no self respecting organiza- 
tion would think for a moment of breaking or setting 
aside a constitution. On May 15, the old"Greeting"Staff 
entertained the new staff at a breakfast which lived up 
in every detail to all requirements of the constitution, 


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even to the menu. A quite informal discussion meet- 
ing was held, during which the old staff warned the 
new comers of certain rough places, answered ques- 
tions, and discussed some suggestions for making the 
"Greetings" better next year 

The 1921-22 staff extends to the 1922-23 staff an 
assurance of co-operation and the most sincere hope 
that they will be successful. 

The 1922-23 staff is composed of the following en- 
energetic journalists: 

Editor-in-chief — Margaret Fowler. 

Associate Editor — Eloise Calhoun. 

Assistant Editors — Dorothy Dean, Dorothy Die- 

Business Manager — Elson Pires. 

Assistant Business Manager — Mae Virgin. 

Art Editor— Ethel Keller. 

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May 1— Y. W. C. A. May Breakfast. Advanced Stu- 
dents Recital in evening. 

May 2 — Senior Mail, "Miss You have taken eleven 

chapel cuts. Be careful, etc." 

May 3 — Styles-Rinehart Recital, afternoon. 

May 5 — Senior Tables — "Miss Johnston, do you think 
I'll ever be able to teach Latin ?" 


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May 8 — Sophomore-Senior Breakfast. Scribbler's Club 
scribbled at a picnic. Cover-Terhune Recital. 

May 10 — After breakfast at Senior Mail. ''Hurrah, I've 
landed a job for next year!" 

May 13 — Children's Department Recital morning and 
afternoon. No morning chapel. 

May 14 — Maude and Maudie disabled. 

May 15— May Day. 

May 20 — Adams Expression Recital. Quantitative An- 
alysis entertained Miss McLaughlin at a picnic, one 
of the numerous affairs being given for her. 

May 22 — Greetings Breakfast. 

May 25 — Dr. and Mrs. Harker entertained the old and 
new student officers. 

May 26 — Senior-Junior Baseball game. 

May 27 — Miss Helen Bennett spoke in chapel. A. A. 
U. W. luncheon at Christian church. Maudie re- 
turns. Juniors took Miss McLaughlin off on a 

May 31 — Miss Austin's tea for the Seniors. 

June 1 — Senior chapel — awarding of honors. 

June 3 — Exams over at last.'Tonander Walk" on camp- 

June 4 — Baccalaureate service at Centenary. 

June 5 — Class Day — "By Courier" and "The Wonder 
Hat" on campus. Orchestra Concert in evening. 

June 6 — Commencement exercises. Reception of grad- 


Advisory Council Dinner. 

By far the most interesting meeting the advisory 
council has had was in the Harker parlors Thursday 
evening. May 25. Dr. and Mrs. Harker entertained 
both the new and old members of the board at a very 


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delightful dinner. In fact the menu was so attrac- 
tive that the guests partook of it even while discussing 
the most vital problems. Opinions were offered con- 
cerning subjects ranging from endowment, the honor 
system and new society plan, to the improvement of the 
tennis courts and the wonderful cake. Everyone was 
well enlightened and well entertained. 


Officers of Student Organizations. 

Student's Association: 




Y. W. C. A. 


Illiwoco. : 


Business Manager 
Athletic Association: 

Greetings : 


Business Manager 
May Day Chairman 
Belles Lettres 
Theta Sigma 
Phi Nu 
Lambda Alpha Mu 

Janette Wallace 
Grace Styles 
Sarita Jones 

Harriet Munson 

Florence Weber 
Josephine Craig 

Eva Zwermann 
Katherine Randle 

Eleanor Jane Dinsmore 

Margaret Fowler 

Elson Pires 

Josephine Rink 

Velda Meadows 

Helena Betcher 

Vera Mershon 

Helen Gowdy 


XD\)<t (Tolle^c (Greetings 

Students' Endowment Campaign. 

With one more year's advancement the $20,000 
goal is not far away. Last year when the students set 
their goal at $20,000, it seemed impossible to reach. 
The intensive campaigning was held the week pre • 
ceeding the Easter vacation. The program committee 
had something unusual planned for every morning and 
evening chapel. Mr. Crabtree helped sLart our cam- 
paign by a good talk on the needs of the college. Each 
class honored him by wearing the class emblem and 
each sang its class song. 

On the remaining days the classes vied with each 
other in giving clever stunts. 

The report of the campaign was postponed until 
after the students returned from Easter vacation, sup- 
posedly with their purses refilled by generous fathers. 
The report of the classes and faculty was uniquely 
announced from the large signs fastened to the sails 
of our good ship "Endowment," which grandly steamed 
into harbor after a college sing at morning chapel. 
The report was as follows : 

Faculty $1315.00 

Seniors 865.00 

Juniors 1000.00 

Sophomores 820.000 

Freshmen 1370.00 

Total $5370.00 

Total last Spring 8099.13 

Grand total $13469.13 

Mention should be made of the fact that the pledg- 
es made by all the classes except the Freshmen and the 
faculty are additional to their last year's pledges. 

There is a corresponence committee writing let- 
ters to all ex-members of each class, asking for their 


^^e (Tolli^se (&r(iellngs 

subscription, which will be added to the total of their 
former class' amount. 

The committee wishes to thank the faculty and 
students who have helped by giving their time and 
money to make our campaign the success it has been. 
■ -.;,..... • — M. Munson '22 


The Class of 1922. 

Officers and Committees. 

President — Dorothy Remley 

Vice-President — Hildreth Ashwood. 

Secretary — Velma Bain. 

Treasurer — Jane Muse. 

Corresponding Secretary — Marian Munson. 

Art Editor — Miriam McOmber. 

Greetings Editor — Mildred Mayer. 

Reunion Committee — Gladys Laughlin, chairman. 

Entertainment — Jennie Lacy. 
Refreshments — Harriet Keys. 
Decorations — Lura Hurt. 
Publicity — Mary Ellison. 


Commencement Events 

Baccalaureate services this year was at Centenary 
church. Dr. Harker preached the sermon on the text, 
"He who loveth God must love his brother also." The 
message was delivered in a most sincere and simple 
way, and was all the more effective for its simplicity. 
We all carried away something which we can remember 
and apply from day to day. 


Ob<2 (ToUege (Brec^tlngs 

On Monday, June 5, the Seniors observed their 
class day with a program of a dance by twelve mem- 
bers of the class, a solo dance by Viola lungerich, and 
two plays, "By Courier" and "The Wonder Hat." 

Monday evening the Alumnae Association held 
their annual banquet, and entertained the class of '22. 
They were presented for membership by Miss Johnston, 
accepted by the Association, and the class president, 
Mildred Mayer, responded for the class. 

As a fitting close for Class Day, the Seniors slipped 
out about eleven o'clock that night and serenaded Miss 
Johnston, and held a brief farewell sing on the Senior 

The Commencement Exercises were held Tuesday 
morning, June 6, in Music Hall. Dr. Joseph C. Nate, 
Assistant Secretary of the Board of Education, in New 
York, was the speaker. His subject was "The College 
and the Times." After reviewing the rise of the col- 
lege as an influential factor in the history of the Nation, 
he spoke at length of the new place that women have 
taken in the world. His final charge to the class was 
that of service for others. 


Ol)<i (TolUge (Greetings 

Commencement time this year was marked by the 
return of an unusually large number of old students. 
The class of 1908 held a reunion, eight members com- 
ing back. Mrs. Jennie Harker Atherton entertained 
them at a delightful breakfast in the Home Economic 
dining room, where letters from all the other members 
of the class were read. There are thirty-two chilren 
in the class, but twenty-one of them are boys. Those 
who returned are Jennie Harker Atherton, Helen Co- 
lean Powers, Ethel Kimball, Edith Conlee, Ruby Ryan 
Copper, Jennie Rhodes Pemberton, Inez Proudfit Can- 
atsky, Lena Crum Sinclair. 

Mary Lateer Alexander ('10) of Champaign, Inez 
Reeman (ex-'09) of Mason City, and Helen Lewis Keys 
('09) of Springfield, were also back for the week end. 

'15 — Lucille Reinbach is a translater in the Depart- 
ment of Agriculture in Washington, D. C. 

'16 — Margaret Goldsmith has been working in 
Foreign Commercial Relations, and has gone abroad 
to study the subject on the ground. 

'17 — Ruth Want Stewart is living in Washington, 
D. C, where her husband is working in the Department 
of Agriculture. 


Ol)e College (Breellngs 

Financial Statement of the College Greetings. 

Balance at the beginning of the school year 

$ 100.00 


From advertising 


From subscriptions • 


Total income 


Expenditures : 

Roach Press — 

Seven issues of the "Greetings" at $60 $420.00 

Greetings Extra 


Extra type 


Letter Heads and Envelopes 


Zinc Etching 


Illiwoco — Eloise Calhoun 


Incidentals — Frances Paulding 


Post Office Deposit 






Balance on hand 


Estimated expenditures : 

Last two issues of the "Greetings" 






Juniors for commencement decorations 


Amount left to staff of 1922-23 




Balance to library for magazines 


Balance to endowment 



Ol)C (Tolle^e (Brcetings 

Financial Report Y. W. C. 




Balance on hand Sept. 19, 1921 

$ 136.08 



Pledge Receipt 1920-21 


Pleges 1921-22 


Thanksgiving Baskets 




Waffle Breakfast 


Y. W. Bazaar 


May Breakfast 


Total Receipts 877.58 
Sept. 19, 1921, May 26, 1922. 

Y. W. Candy Fund $25.00 

Bloomington Conference 14.00 

Arkansas Conference 65.00 

Student Volunteers ' 33.00 

Undergraduate Field Representative 40.00 

Geneva expense 25.00 

Recognition Service 21.50 

Thanksgiving Baskets 40.79 

National Board 100.00 

Home Missions 70.00 

Madras 150.00 

Illiwoco 28.00 

Publicity 10.13 

Printing 30.58 

General 24.27 

Social Service 32.14 

Social 29.78 

Total Expense $739.19 

Balance May 26, 1922 138.39 

H. Ashwood, Treas.